Remember twirling around on the swing set out back? Tummy on the swing, arms and legs hanging down, you’d walk in circles to wind the suspended chains around one another, like a rubber band wound up to fly a toy plane, and then lift your feet up, and zoom! Off you’d spin, around and around again, until the swing came to a brief suspension and then spun the other way. Read the rest of this entry
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:
All this talk about compassion and heart! Now it’s time for a quick word about your physical heart.
February is American Heart Month! How can we reach out to the world with compassionate hearts if our tickers aren’t working well?
Here are a few tips from Healthiest Weight Florida Initiative, to achieve and maintain a healthy heart:
- Maintain a healthy weight
- Quit smoking
- Be active at least 30–60 minutes a day
- Make an appointment for an annual check up
- Monitor existing health conditions such as diabetes, high blood pressure and high cholesterol
- Practice effective stress management
- Reduce salt intake (sodium)
- Eat at least five to seven servings of fruits and vegetables every day
I hope you’ll join me, keep tickin’ and spread the good thoughts!
©Joan T Warren
Unless someone like you cares a whole awful lot, nothing is going to get better. It’s not.
Marge lay exhausted at the end of a long day, her eyes puffy from too many tears. It has been an emotional day for her. As she lay on the sofa catching a quick break, an ear out for when her son’s trach needs suctioning, she becomes acutely aware that Read the rest of this entry
A little collection from the past year or so:
“Don’t eat your tiara, honey.”
“It’s probably not a good idea to put a straw in the cup with the lizard.”
“Stop worrying about whether you’ll get in trouble or not, and tell me the truth: Where is your fish?”
“Your poop is huge and bright green because you’ve been eating too much candy and not enough green vegetables.”
“Yeah, I’m sure the birds are gonna love the way you put the red berries on sticks all along the driveway there.”
“Really, it’s okay. We would never ask you to go upstairs if there was an elephant up there.”
“You can’t “unpromise!” You already got your part of the deal!”
Catch some of your words to kids and share them with us (hit comments button).
Joan T. Warren
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 joining 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
This week’s photo challenge: Serenity
I’ve heard it said that serenity is most noticed in the midst of turmoil and chaos.
Yes, there is a certain tried and true beauty to this concept.
Wow. An amazing manifesto for survivors of abuse found tonight on WordPress. I am reblogging for her to save it, and to pass it on! Please feel free to do the same.
This morning my granddaughter put on How to Train Your Dragon. Again.
I sat nearby, reading and thinking, writing a bit, occasionally paying slight attention to the movie.
“In centuries of Vikings, I’m the first one who wouldn’t kill a dragon,” Hiccup sulked to Astrid. Feeling the failure of not living up to his culture’s expectations, feeling the sting of disappointing his father, Hiccup doubted himself. Astrid saw beyond this temporary setback:
“Yeah, the first one who was right.”
Hiccup had decided to spare the dragon when he looked into its eyes and realized, “He was just as afraid as I was.” Hiccup saw with the eyes of his heart.
His compassion, as it turned out, changed everything. It changed his father. It changed his village. It changed dragons. It changed him.
We like to think we are far more advanced than the world of Vikings and dragons. But are we?
Do we see with the eyes of our hearts?
Do we find the good?
©Joan T. Warren
Walking out from yoga class tonight, I stopped. A beautiful clutch of autumn leaves held on, unashamed to be the last among all that was gray and dismal.
It is January, in North Florida.
I thought of all the times that I’ve heard people say, “Hang on. . . just hang on.”
I thought of all the times I’ve heard people say, “Let go. . . just let go and let God.”
I thought about how many times it’s been good to hold on, and how many times it’s been good to let go.
I thought about the years I struggled, trying so hard to hold on, or trying so hard to let go. Because they said so.
Now, at peace. . . with letting go. . . with holding on. At peace with wherever a person is in that process.
When it is time to let go, you will know it, and you will be able to let go. When is time for you to hold on, you will know it, and you will be able to hold on.
So hold on, or let go.
Namaste, salmon leaves of January.
Namaste, Tree Maker.
©Joan T. Warren
Hmmm. So, come to find out, when the Apostle Paul said, “I buffet my body to make it my slave,” he wasn’t talking about the all-you-can-eat buffet.
So much in a word.
©Joan T. Warren
She came into this world
and they wrapped her in pink:
A present from God,
with a smile and a wink–
You may have heard of three dimensional thinking; considering past, present and future. As we close out 2014, and welcome the new year, I’d like to propose we consider not just 3-D thinking, but four dimensional thinking as well.
Untimely for we who stay,
Torn in sore lament–
Time and distance
Ne’er to be breached again;
Not from our doing.
Resigned unto eternity
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It’s not news; as far as history traces our interactions, we humans have had troubles with one another. We get ourselves tied in knots worrying about the latest news: a new terrorist group here, a gang murder there, racist violence and religious discord– just about everywhere. So-called civilized or savage, we are humans, and we have too often let our worst sides get the best of us.
I heard once that for every negative statement we give to another, that person needs at least ten positives to recover! I don’t know how much scientific research went into that number, but I do know this:
We flourish in an atmosphere of kindness.
Kindness is more than holding your breath while you give the homeless man a quarter. It is more than holding your tongue when you want to correct your coworker’s frequent mistakes. It’s even more than a side-hug and a cheek-kiss greeting when you’d rather not be there at all.
First smile from my baby~
Fingertips at my back~
Purple hued sunsets o’er mountain or sea.
A word fitly spoken~
Laughing toddlers at play~
Secret gifts sent before there’s a plea.
There’s so much in a word. What’s your take on the word adventure?
Some say it’s about taking a risk, trying something new, or exploring new territory.
Some say life’s an adventure.
Here’s a little story, based on a real episode, involving adventure:
They passed the turn toward home, and Missy, though only three, knew they had missed it. “Wher’re we goin’?”
“We’re going on an adventure!,” Nana proffered, in her most excited tone.
“But I don’t wanna go on a ‘bencher! I want my mommy!”
Nana drew in a breath and considered her response. She knew the meltdown would only last a few minutes, but it broke her heart every time. She knew, by now–by the tone of Missy’s voice, the rate of her breathing, the look on her face–whether she was ready for an explanation, or comfort, or distraction, or whether words would only make it worse. This time she chose a brief explanation, followed by a time of respite for Missy to regain her composure. When the time was right, Nana brought in the highlights of the upcoming trip.
“We’re going to Tampa, to see Cousin Stevie, play in the pool, and visit a place with lots of pretty fish to see!”
“Stevie? Yay, Stevie! I miss him so much!”
Missy cheered up. The rest of the trip she counted cows and horses on the hillside, “loved” her new bedroom, devoured popsicles at the pool and hung on Cousin Stevie all through the exciting trip through the aquarium. It ended too soon.
On the ride back home, Missy’s love for adventure blossomed.
“I like Tampa. When can we go on another ‘bencher, Nana?”
No matter the level of risk involved, all adventures are a little scary. We can’t always have our mommies with us. Sometimes we get stuck and afraid of stepping out. Sometimes outside forces launch us on adventures we’re not so sure we want to go on. When this happens, we can take time to process it, like Missy did, and end up embracing the experience. If we look for the good, there’s always something to gain. . . eventually.
With risks weighed against benefits, we can usually make good choices about our adventures in life.
That’s my take on adventures for today. What’s yours? Have you a little story of adventure you can share? It’s your turn now!
Joan T. Warren
With appreciation for this week’s WordPress Prompt.
“Has anybody told you today?”
“Well, just in case, I’m telling you again: I love you.”
It was his trademark; his brand, calling card. If you saw Mickey, you could count on hearing these words. You could count on a hug and a smile. If not from him directly, from many around you, as he facilitated groups and classes to “get up, tell someone you love them, hug a neck.”
He was the Cowboy Preacher. The Drunk Preacher, some called him. He’d chuckle. I doubt he’d ever had a drop of alcohol in his life.
He sought out drunks, with a purpose, to share God’s amazing love. Read the rest of this entry
There is beauty all around us, if we look beyond the guise we can see it with our fingers we can feel it with our eyes we can smell it in a memory and appreciate the ties There are textures, scents and glories Whether near or far, the prize we can listen to its calling […]