tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8071987.post109694228888206488..comments2023-03-31T21:24:43.526-07:00Comments on Rainy Nights: Anne Jean 2Ken Bradstockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12888659961105175909noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8071987.post-1099619735628296922004-11-04T17:55:00.000-08:002004-11-04T17:55:00.000-08:00Hi Ken, as one of your fans, I just wanted to let ...Hi Ken, as one of your fans, I just wanted to let you know I'm anxiously awaiting another post!<br /><br />Best to you, SparkyMarjoriehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08946222067827722839noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8071987.post-1098638161173306552004-10-24T10:16:00.000-07:002004-10-24T10:16:00.000-07:00Dear Ken,
Your writing is so beautiful, thoughtful...Dear Ken,<br />Your writing is so beautiful, thoughtful, and raw at times; I feel connection with you. The thoughts and experiences from your work and examined in your writing bring a richness to life. I sense that you struggle at times with the notion of "helping" - what it truly means and if you are you doing it. A book I enjoyed on this topic was "How Can I Help" by Ram Das. In a nutshell, the most important piece is who you are, not what you do that helps. Lead with your Presence, Ken, and know that this is pure and this is enough. Second, honor the realization of deep connection, of seeing yourself in another. When you are able to do this, you will open yourself to experience the integration of compassion, both for yourself and the other, that arises from this knowing. Last, but not least, what if you didn't pick and choose, decide that one thing is good and another bad, say in the nursing home setting? Is it not just as holy to sit in a wheel chair as it is to walk. Or to feed or to be fed? Each moment in time is pure, and right. How do you want to view these situations? As sad, and pitiful? or Holy and perfect?<br /><br />Just some musings from a Friend,<br />MeredithMeredithhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09432640322896933989noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8071987.post-1097984096090215732004-10-16T20:34:00.000-07:002004-10-16T20:34:00.000-07:00I wonder what it's like to be one of these patient...I wonder what it's like to be one of these patients. Sometimes I think, despite the awful powerlessness of aging, there must be something to having the messiness of 80 years of memory wiped clean, your focus only on daily food and drink. But then again, from my few times in nursing homes--it smells more like despair than simplicity.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8071987.post-1096946120530352722004-10-04T20:15:00.000-07:002004-10-04T20:15:00.000-07:00I think it's good you try to imagine the younger y...I think it's good you try to imagine the younger years of these patients in the nursing homes. I try to do the same. It's especially hard with the dementia patients. It seems there is so little left of their former selves.Melaina RN, PHN, MS, CNS, ACHPNhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17368233415606799184noreply@blogger.com