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2022: People of Earth Sharing Hopes, Dreams, Promises Against All Odds

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2022: People of Earth Sharing Hopes, Dreams, Promises Against All Odds

We got our hopes up that 2021 would be better than 2020. That we could stop wearing masks. Get together again. Go on vacation again. But she wasn’t so kind, that new year. COVID brought us more punches, more anguish, more supply chain shortages. Crowds looted stores to get what they wanted. Trash piled up in many neighborhoods. Recycling came to a grinding halt. Shootings reached an all-time high. Many schools remained closed. Perhaps it was a bit Grinchie of me, but I wondered if perhaps 2022 would come without hopes or dreams. Perhaps we’d given up on the idea that things can–or will–get better. So, looking at the world through social media eyes and in keeping with the Grinch theme, here’s what I found–

“Their mouths will hang open a minute or two,
Then the Whos down in Whoville will all cry BooHoo!”

I started a Round-up, and gave it a name. Added hashtags and spread them and searched for the same. I wanted to see what the people would do. I wanted to see if they’d all cry BooHoo!

So he paused. And the Grinch put his hand to his ear.
And he did hear a sound rising over the snow.
It started in low. Then it started to grow.
But the sound wasn’t sad! Why, this sound sounded merry!
It couldn’t be so! But it WAS merry! VERY!

At first I saw nothing. No one hashtagging hope. No one hashtagging dreams. Not even a gleam. No one promising better. I searched all through WordPress. I searched on the Twitter. I even searched Instagram, Facebook and Jitter.

(Okay, Jitter isn’t really a platform, but it rhymed. Seuss made up words didn’t he?)

And then came the first. Then another. Then more! Writers were starting to write from their core! The world started sharing. Admitting to caring.

They’d curled up in comfortable places to dream. They’d looked in the mirror, eyes starting to gleam. They’d promised to take better care of the planet. They’d promised to hug with their masks and hand-sanit. They’d hoped upon hope with the simplest of joys. They’d hoped beyond packages, ribbons and toys.

He stared down at Whoville! The Grinch popped his eyes!
Then he shook! What he saw was a shocking surprise!
Every Who down in Whoville, the tall and the small,
Was singing! Without any presents at all!

The earthlings had done it! They’d lifted their voice! It isn’t all gloom! We do have a choice! And so, in the wonder of holiday cheer, I share with you some of their voices, right here!

First there is Pamela Canepa, dear. She’s from New York and is making it clear. . . that simple is better to ring in the year. https://pamelascanepa.wordpress.com/

Then there’s Steven McFadden, who’s taken a cause. He’s hoping the world will sustain against odds. https://deepagroecology.org/

Reesa Shayne shared on Facebook, right on cue! She hopes “Every wish you have for yourself comes true.” And it looks like she has some awesome books that are new!

Thoughtsnlifeblog made a promise to step into the year with ease and grace. That’s a promise I think we all can embrace!

And over at Merril D Smith’s lovely site, you’ll find that she offers a promise of light.

Roth finds that hope blooms after the cold, and Kally dreams of a new little bundle to hold.

There are more, my dear readers, more to be had. So come on, and share, join the group and be glad! Link up in the comments, I’m sure to approve. Give hope a try; you’ve got nothing to lose.

Well, that’s enough of this silly post rhyming for now–I smile as you’ve given this old heart some “Wow!”

And what happened then? Well…in Whoville they say,
That the Grinch’s small heart Grew three sizes that day!

Happy New Year!

Joan T. Warren

And in 2022, may your hopes and dreams spur you on to make a great difference, one day at a time.


2022: Hopes, Promises and Dreams

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2022: Hopes, Promises and Dreams

Let’s get ready for those new year resolutions! Here at Heart to Heart, we’re drawing 2021 to a close by hosting a prompt/roundup for all of us WordPress bloggers and readers!

Tell us or show us, through writing or pictures, what your hopes, promises and dreams are for the coming year. What is hope? Are you hoping for things that will take a miracle? Is hope something that keeps you going, or have you been experiencing hopelessness? Maybe you’d like to promise yourself something special this year. Or perhaps you have a promise to the world for this year. Are you charged by a wild dream; one that you know is out of reach in one year, but you can’t help but aim for the stars? Tell us! Be funny if you’re funny, serious if you’re serious; just be you!

Tag your post with #2022Hopes #2022Promises or #2022Dreams so we can find each others’ posts, and be sure to drop a link to your post in comments, below! If you do, I #promise I’ll read it! I’ll share all those that meet requirements on my New Year’s Roundup post!

Who knows? Maybe your post will inspire someone this year. Maybe your post will lift a down heart. Maybe your post will bring a smile to someone’s face. Or even a laugh!

Let’s get ready for a Happy New Year! Start writing. . .

Please try to post by January 1st, 2022.

April is National OT Month and Poetry Month

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Note: some posts deserve a second life. Here’s a repost from last April; what do you think, worthy?

April: Not a month for fools! Pull a prank on the first, but the rest of the month is National Poetry Month and National OT Month.

Most of us know what poetry is, but what is OT? An occupational therapist myself, I can say a little something about that!

Let’s start with some spring cleaning and air out the room with what occupational therapy is NOT:

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Compassion and Collective Consciousness

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Hi friends–so many wonderful friends I’ve met here on WordPress, blogging. I ran across a sweet opportunity to join a group of 1,000 (+) bloggers who are writing about compassion. The plan is to “flood the internet” (though I doubt 1,000 blogs will constitute anything near a flood) with perspectives on compassion.

The floodgates open February 20, 2015.

It’s an idea that’s growing rapidly, with bloggers from all over the world joiniimageng in. I wish I could personally invite you all, so instead I’m mass-inviting you!

If you’re interested in participating, look for #1000Speak on Twitter and 1000 Voices for Compassion on Facebook.

Stay tuned here, too. I’ll be posting for compassion on 2/20.

 

Joan  T. Warren

April is National OT Month and Poetry Month

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April: Not a month for fools! Pull a prank on the first, but the rest of the month is National Poetry Month and National OT Month.

Most of us know what poetry is, but what is OT? An occupational therapist myself, I can say a little something about that!

Let’s start with some spring cleaning and air out the room with what occupational therapy is NOT:

  • OT is not helping a person find a job and get back to work (though it could include that)
  • OT is not physical therapy (though it includes physical rehabilitation and exercise)
  • OT is not weaving baskets (though we started that way, helping injured Civil War soldiers find their usefulness again)
  • OT is not playing with children (though, if we are doing our job well, it feels like play to the child!)
  • OT is not making crafts in the psych ward (there is a method to their madness!)
  • OT is not a therapist prescribing activities you must do to get better (if it feels that way, we missed the mark)

Misconceptions aside, let’s focus on celebrating the awesomeness!

Occupational therapy IS a health profession that skillfully employs meaningful activities to create and support functional participation for people with challenging conditions. We work in hospitals, physical rehabilitation centers, homes, schools, daycare and mental health centers. We facilitate all facets of health with persons, families, companies, communities. . . even societies. As an occupational therapist, I freely, openly and unabashedly admit that I love occupational therapy!

To celebrate National Poetry and Occupational Therapy Month, I offer this, my poem about occupational therapy! As you will soon see, I am more OT than poet.

 

Occupational Therapy

 

An artful blend

of science

and simplicity,

therapeutic

authenticity.

 

Buoyed by heritage,

research, and college:

Intense preparation,

foundational knowledge~

 

There’s anatomy,

physiology,

neurology, too.

Psychology,

kinesiology,

technology, woo!

development and human ecology,

and a little pharmacology, who knew?

 

A touch of gerontology,

anthropology, yes.

Micro- to macro- sociology,

a bit of theology,  God bless.

 

There’s structure

and function,

identity, process,

abilities, unction.

 

There are roles and habits

to assess,

routines and interests

to address.

 

There’s history, framework

and principled theories,

Models and practice,

and, lest you grow weary:

 

Consider relationships,

values, beliefs,

cognition, attention,

caregiver relief.

 

Assessing environment,

ergonomics and means,

selecting equipment,

for elders or teens.

 

We modify, formulate

and make adaptations.

We codify, delegate

and give adulations.

 

All of this knowledge concealed from your view,

we come alongside and spend time with you.

We share in your struggle,

engage your connection;

we want to do more than facilitate function.

For joy, and purpose,

and efficacy too,

are the pillars supporting what humans can do.

 

We’re primed for the NICU,

the preemie-pound baby;

to nestle him, swaddle her,

give hope for what may be.

Teach parents and nurses

to grade stimulation:

his stress signs, her turning. . .

reduce light, sound and touch,

like a womb, for the learning.

Chin tuck, cheek support,

respect gaze aversion;

promoting connection,

’til infant can burgeon.

 

Then, later on,

tummy time,

feeding and play,

motor skills,

reaching,

into something all day.

 

Sensory processing,

modulation and then,

integration for ease

of all systems to blend.

Bringing the just-right challenge,

we grow–

producing responses

in beautiful flow.

 

Developing handwriting,

visual perception,

peer interactions

and social connection.

 

Teens needing special consideration,

peer groups and identity,

with little oration.

Any splint that we form,

or device that we craft

better suit the teen norm

so they won’t feel outcast.

 

On to adulthood,

where the great inclination–

to establish and master,

with keen inspiration,

independence and skill

in the face of impairment.

We come alongside,

being tough, with endearment.

Empowering patience,

setting goals for today,

equipping the wounded

with a will and a way.

 

You’ll find us with elders

wherever the need;

healing with basics

from bathing and dressing, to pulling a weed.

It may seem we’re playing when we bring you your putter,

but we’re really ensuring your balance is better.

“I can cook this at home,”

you may say with assurance.

“Teach me how,” we implore,

(for your safety, endurance).

Whether cooking or eating,

standing or seating,

playing piano, or maybe just listening,

balancing checkbooks

or just reminiscing;

we’re facilitating

what matters to you,

showing your value

whether just be, or do.

 

And then, in the workplace,

the healthcare machine–

equipped here to manage,

so much to convene:

Keeping ethics, best practice

and excellence as key,

we do billing and coding,

document properly.

For without reimbursement,

we could not continue

to make such a difference

For someone–like you.

 

So, in all walks of life

there is some occupation;

we therapists share

this one aspiration:

To be about

the work of imbuing

The beauty of

human beings, doing.

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Did I mention that I love occupational therapy? 😉

Everyone knows someone who needs to hear about OT. Link up, pingback, spread the word! Please, all of you OT’s out there, add a stanza or two and tell us what you do.

 

©Joan T. Warren

AprilPoetryMonth

Reaching Out With WordPress

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keyboard and penThe way I figure,

if this conversation

~blogging~

reaches even one person,

then it is worthwhile;

even if that one

is just you

or me.

Heart reaching heart,

relating,

encouraging–

this is life.

Note: The above poem is my offering to a fellow blogger’s event, in which one responds to three words offered and writes whatever one wishes. The three words today were figure, reaching and conversation.

My reflections were also partly inspired by thinking about the value of what I am doing as I spend many hours blogging, reading and following other bloggers. For example, Randall A. Golden’s “The Curse of the Follow Button” helped me solidify my underlying feelings (after putting a lot of work into some pieces and finding them hardly viewed), which in turn helped me get beyond that emerging frustration and transition to acceptance and balance. After all, we don’t want to forget the main reason we’re here as we excitedly make new connections and catch Follow Fever (more to come about that later).

Also included in today’s offering is WordPress’ weekly challenge, to participate in a Blog Event (as above) and incorporate one of WordPress’ extremely-easy-to-access blog features such as using the Media Explorer to  insert a tweet or YouTube video.

Here’s an example:

If you would like to participate in this fun and interesting challenge, follow the links below, where you’ll also find my official event:

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/blog-events-listing/

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/09/23/weekly-writing-challenge-events/comment-page-1/#comment-244525

https://joantwarren.com/2013/09/17/hope-joy-and-chores/

Thanks, and enjoy the process!

©JoanTWarren

stick around

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fifteen

heading up the street

 

toward heavy traffic

stroller with baby inside

thinking it should end right here

for her, for me, end the suffering

what if it fails

what if only  one of us dies

what if one is paralyzed

what about the person who hits us

will i kill them too

or torture them forever

what if it’s a whole family

or two

wiping the tears

calming the thought

turning around

i go home

i went home

as much as i hated it

the despair

stuck here

in this hell hole

no one cares

but

i found a way

i am so glad i stuck it out

i hope you will too

stick around.

 

JoanTWarren

In gratitude and response to this wonderful blog event:

http://frankenasian.com/reasons2live-project/

Hope, Joy, and. . . Chores? A Blog Event!

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153530199Surfing around WordPress and the blogging communities, one occasionally stumbles upon a pearl of great price. Pearls that delight the soul, engender camaraderie and inspire creative joy! One of the beauties of blogging is sharing these pearls. In that light, this post is a Blog Event, so that we can share pearls of encouragement with one another.

So, here is your challenge: Write about a time when you needed encouragement and then stumbled upon a pearl of great price. Try to stay within the topics hope, joy and/or expressing love in the mundane (i.e., chores). Your comments should include your story (or a link to your story) and a link to the site that you feel is a pearl. The list will grow and we’ll have a read-a-fest that’s sure to encourage!

Here are a few blog posts  that lit me up this week–just click on the orange links to read them:

http://reowr.wordpress.com/2013/06/27/the-treasure/#comment-5059

http://lenarigby.wordpress.com/2013/09/16/oh-afflicted-one/comment-page-1/#comment-3

http://belasbrightideas.wordpress.com/2013/06/11/making-the-bed/

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Shape.com and belasbrightideas.wordpress.com

©JoanTWarren