My Spiritual Windows

Happy day of thanks to my readers from all over this world. You have blessed my life.

Observing an individual with Alzheimer's has been fascinating to say the least. I have noticed a thought exchanged in the moment days later becomes a memory at times resurfacing. Days ago I promised my Alzheimer's client Peaches, I would take her for a car ride in her neighborhood if the weather was nice. Today when I showed up she had her purse and coat by the door and reminded me of the promise. Stating she chose to go to the market for a treat to take for a church meeting in the near future. Though the chances of the church meeting being part of her events in the days ahead were slim, I telephoned her daughter and let her know of the request for the market. Her daughter felt if I was up to the challenge, her mother had money on her card to pay for the transaction. After getting her bundled in her coat and into the car, she gave perfect directions to the local market in her neighborhood of over 50 years. Once inside, the time resembled a child in a candy store. She kn

Since 2008, I have worked what many would consider menial jobs in regard to the paycheck. Prior to this time, my financial package was over 60,000.00 a year, working my way to the top in my job classification and very empty inside in the process. I have been a bell ringer working 40 days in every kind of imaginable weather, cashier and working retail, call centers and caregiver. Starting down this path, I have looked at each job as an assignment. Never sure going in who the assignment was and when I realized the assignment a door would open to either exit the door or continue on to another assignment in the location/job I was in. At one point on a temp assignment I knew within 24 hours who that person was and exchanged emails. That person is still considered a blessing for doing so. A journey which has always provided what was needed on my behalf and the space to continue on. This universe does not always give us the blue print in knowing why we are in the position we are in, only

I was working with my Alzheimer's client today and at times she would become so frustrated with herself when a thought would slip into the void between what she was thinking and the words to express. Worried that tomorrow that thought might never come again. I asked her if anybody really had any certainty about tomorrow and what life would hold? She said that really we just don't know. So, where would that make you different from the rest of the world without Alzheimer's? She just responded we are kind of all in the same boat, she just has a name for her illness. I laughed with her on that one and suggested when this day ended, to just try to remember it was a good day and let go. At some point the illness will take her questions as it has taken many of her tasks away now she enjoyed. Her love of cooking has been replaced with all knobs removed from the stove for her own safety. I fixed her some hot soup for lunch and she refused to eat alone, so I shared some crackers w

More than once in my life, I have managed to lose the lenses out of my glasses only to discover the next time I picked them up the lenses were intact again. I will not bother to look at the computer without glasses, until they are fixed being online is just a non-issue in my life. Do I need an explanation of how they are repaired, not anymore, I just say thank you for the assistance and appreciate it for what it is. Not too long ago, I dropped them from my desk, picked them up with the remaining glass intact and set it aside. Within the hour when I looked again, all glass was once again intact. WE all have our helpers assisting in small and large ways each moment of our lives. Just say thank you, knowing you are never alone.

I spend part of my days working with hospice/chronically ill individuals. At this time, my main client is Jack. Jack was born in 1935, born and raised in southern CA and spent his early years since he was six folded into the Hollywood of that time. I find myself with him hurrying to finish all tasks, which keep his surroundings clean and comfortable and little by little have seen him emerge from an elderly man with little to say, to a man with so many stories from a time before I was even born. Remembering yesterday is not always clear to him, though remembering his past is fully intact, knowing Jack will probably not be of this world on any long term basis of this time makes his even more of a treasure to spend the NOW time of his life with.  For just awhile each day, I travel with him not only to the times of his younger years, but also to periods throughout his life and see, the smile of living come back to his face. To look at Jack now, still very young looking for his ye