I am about to start tearing out and building a nice bathroom for my mom and dad that is more in line with aging and will allow the tools they need to have comfort and an easier quality of life. I do not know where the misnomer of, “I need a bathtub” comes in modern design for most. the reality is that most elderly can’t get in a tub. I remember how I got my aunt to let me take out her bathroom years ago. I asked, “in the last 10 years, how many baths have you taken?”
“so you are allowing an event that happened three times in the last 3,650 days and allowing your arthritis to inhibit you walking into a shower and simply sitting there and enjoying it?" (facts versus mental perception/beliefs/habits/traditions in action)
now that I think about it, that cast iron tub heavy to get out the door by myself, I think it was in winter.
habits are interesting in how they are engrained in our lives and we simply don’t think or ask, “why?” to many questions. right now I feel a bit embarrassed as my jaw just dropped when I a volunteer brought in a wheelchair I had heard my brother talk about with his work in the hospitals, but I had never seen with my own eyes. my jaw actually dropped. the volunteer was kind to answer all my questions about the size of patients and things he sees in America with the shift.
I will stop here, as I got my mom and dad to the emergency room. hopefully, mom is fine and dad can simply be there for her. I am out in an atrium with coffee as there is nothing I can do but watch. what I want to comment on is the amount of faith I see in this hospital. it is called Lourdes and you have a lot of volunteers working and they all have a strong faith and a belief in a god or a creator. and when I look out at the people all sitting here. I get this odd sense that there is something greater and good hovering over all the people, their families, and those waiting.
it is really odd, and cool. there isn’t a wall of tech, nor is the design all that spiffy trandy "timed" design. actually, it is rather droll and I have a giant blank wall that could be painted with a giant cool mural…the atrium allows me to see daylight and the gray, cloud-filled sky above. and the sound of the waterfall brings the actual sound of moving water. providing great peace and calm – a life force.
I think back to the one house in Paris I was smuggled in that was owned by a man and his third wife who were stupid rich. the butler saw me working on my friend's place and thought I would enjoy the custom ironwork, silk wallpaper, and work that I didn’t think people still did today. that of artists and craftsmen making things from scratch, by hand. my take on that place was it was the most magnificent paint job I had ever seen, but the entire magnificent space was seemingly devoid of life and happiness. it was frigid, stale, and despite 9,000,000 EUR in renovation cost - technically it was perfect, but space was one of the most lifeless places I had ever walked into.
what are those proverbs?
"better a small serving of vegetables with love tha a fattened calf with hatred."
"better a dry crust with peace and quiet than a house of feasting, full of strife."
"better to eat a little where there is love than to eat a lot where there is hate" you get the idea.
I just talked to the wheelchair driver pushing a device that actually is wider than the table I am sitting at. he mentioned it is sad, but unfortunately, they are dealing with people who if they put them in a normal wheelchair, they would have to cut them out of it. he also mentioned he calls it a “human transport” devise. that is when I saw it had the brand name, “shuttle” and said, “why not call it a shuttle service? from curb to ER…your friendly shuttle!”
he smiled and laughed. and closed with a story of three girls walking along, two were named faith and charity, they were the elder and little hope was in the middle. at first glance, and when you look toward our unknown future…it might appear faith and charity were pulling hope along, yet, the reality is that hope is pulling her older sisters of faith and charity along.
I had the most wicked brainstorm this morning, I thought it was several hours, and at 9 am I commented to my parents, “wow, that was an amazing brainstorm.” I guess God knew I needed to be helping out my folks later and gave me a massive download.
and here I sit in a waiting room of an emergency room, and I am amazed by the sense of spiritual calm and peace. I know as humans we want to know and control everything and think we can figure it all out. that is why I think we have so many issues in the united states and pills being prescribed for issues that are more about medicating the shaking leaves in our trees than working on fixing the root issues. it takes time and usually, there is the pain in change. it is not something you should run from, but rather, ask, “why does this hurt?”
and yes, let go of your thinking you can control or worrying about what you can’t, and trust God with faith in that which you can’t see. it is really amazing what you see when you allow that to happen.
a young woman who appears to have been burned in both arms walks by, her bandages slow down her ability to pick up and grab her coffee, yet, she has figured out a way to not let them get in the way of enjoying a simple cup.
what I am witnessing, seems to be lost more and more in modern society. it is actual people just being in a room together. they all have worse issued than you and I – yet – there is a genuine peace between them and the place. I wish you all could be here to witness it, as I am not talented enough to paint an accurate picture to do it justice, no matter how many vowels and consonants you give me.
on the back to reality update, dad came out to the atrium to get a cup of coffee…mom is fine, or should be, he said, “shit, I hope the blood work comes back with something so we can at have a place where we can go.”
I smiled at him and mumbled, “like getting her not to worry and realizing a few specks of dirt won’t kill her?”
he needed that laugh. I don’t think mom would be amused, but hopefully, she is in happy land with whatever drugs they are giving her to calm her down. for that – maybe she should come and sit out here in this atrium and just “be” for a bit?
· now I am watching all the volunteers working and helping. in my mind, I see that mobile cappuccino/espresso cart with a big umbrella…making really nice coffees and to pay, you stick a bucket on the end, “pay what you think it is worth” and offer kick butt high-quality drinks. whatever profit, goes to a garden/agrowspace in the local community? hmm…..now that would be a nice addition to this place. I wager it would make worrying a bit nicer of an experience.