I believe the words “I Am” are the most powerful words on earth. How we use them is based on our choices. Choice of thought and our subconscious mind, which is the steering wheel in a sense. I have seen and felt their power in full magnitude at different times in my life. I truly didn’t know their power until I had been on earth for a little more than three decades. I have realized later on this timeline our programming happens before the age of six years old from our parents, grandparents, siblings, teachers, cousins and television shows. In that precious time in our life “I Am” can be deflated like a balloon.
Memories can be many things. I found in conversing with elders, memories were a delight at times. Sometimes it would make them sad yet many of them took pleasure in sharing fun memories with me. I will list just a few that I can think of and I definitely have my own memories that bring me joy. Roy used to reminisce on his days as a copy machine salesman and how good he was at it. He loved what he did, had great relationships with his clients and felt tremendous pride in providing for his family. He also spoke of the times he was physically fit and strong and did all kinds of work around the house. He was a fix it kind of guy. That was something he never lost. Even though his body no longer allowed him to do what he used to he really enjoyed stories of the past. Then there was Joe. He had great fun in sharing his time as an Army Ranger diving into the ocean, the folks he worked with and his job he had at a factory. He told me some touching stories of how he and his family had arrived from one of those eastern block countries and as a young married man he allowed his sister, husband and brand new baby to live with them to help them out. That was a beautiful thing. He smiled when he told me his sister’s baby slept in a dresser drawer for a while. Love held them together.
Who doesn’t love a good sleep? I do. It’s a time where our bodies repair themselves. In the case of Elders there is a sameness ye they tend to deal with sleep in a different way and they really do value sleep. It may be a tricky business though since you have to be aware of any melancholy, depression or sadness.
I don’t know where to begin so I’ll start from my young years. I learned to read around the age of four or five. I write about my own personal feelings because it is far easier. My well of memories is full. My mother used to read stories to me and my brother and that was fine. We enjoyed it.
Inspired to make good Basmati Rice? Well here ya go … .
1 Cup – Basmati Rice .
1 and 3/4 Cups – Water .
Rinse the rice. Put the rice in a bowl and pour cold water into it. Take your fingers and swish the water around. You will see a cloudy white substance. This is the starch. You do not want this in your rice. I rinse my rice a total of three times, making sure not to lose rice in the sink.
One of the ladies I worked with as a Caregiver, I’ll call her Ida, loved to feed the ducks. We would visit one of the local parks, park the car and arm in arm we would walk closer to the pond. At the pond were many adult ducks looking for bread and treats. We would throw out little crumbs for the hardy little birds. (I later learned bread is harmful to birds yet at the time I didn’t know this. So don’t do this.)
I love clocks. I take after my mother that way. She was absolutely obsessed with clocks. She was very mechanical and could take apart a wind up clock and put it back together. It was cool. She had more mechanical ability than my Dad. Who said women can’t fix things? Hickory, Dickory, Dock. The mouse went up the clock. There are so many stories revolving around clocks in fact we have revered clocks for centuries. They have been at the center of movie plots and built anticipation on many occasions. As a young person my home was full of clocks. I still love them.
I am a huge fan of Lake Michigan. There are several places I love to visit here in Milwaukee and now Sheboygan. I always meet a wide array of people at the local parks who are there to see Lake Michigan. I’ve seen many white haired lovelies and gentlemen at my beloved Lake Michigan, How I love her. I’ve seen couples who’ve been married for thirty, forty and fifty years hand in hand walking along the path near the lake. Elders loving each other and Lake Michigan.
I once met a young-old Elder on the park bench. He was a successful business man and had moved him and his family to a beautiful area in mid-Wisconsin. He and his wife had come to Milwaukee to visit their daughter, successful as well. He and I had a little chat while we enjoyed the nurturing Spirit of Lake Michigan.
When I first think of natural I think of “nature from the earth, in the flow.” I think of the natural order of things. How things happen in the country. How the birds fly, the trees grow, and the animals hunt for food. If mankind would stop interfering with it the ecosystem would balance itself out. People should not interfere with God’s creation, in my opinion.
Having known what it is like to not have good health, I know what a great gift it is. It is the greatest gift. It may be somewhat cliché to say, yet health means so much. A person can be rolling in money without having good health. It doesn’t mean much. I’ve had challenges for a long time now, whatever that is. Yet being a kid was fairly carefree, yay!
Another form of Spirituality of An Elder, is through the library. There are other physical, dimensional or spiritual places, yet the library is special. I have noticed a real trend in people of all ages, Elders included, going to the library. I love seeing a petite lady with tight permed hair and a polyester suit enjoying a book or conversation at the library. (Their) faces light up as a smile takes over.
Roy was ninety two years old. He was tired a lot and riddled with arthritis. He loved telling me stories about his younger days as a copy machine salesman. He was sad a lot, yet when he took a bath, shaved and cleaned up he felt happy.
Dance or dancing. I love dancing from what I understand I was dancing in the crib. I had my days and nights mixed up. I supposed some of my first memories of dance were from seeing my parents dance. They would play their depression era slow songs and have a dance or two. It was a pleasant experience.
When I think of fire, I think of renewal. A fire cannot start without a thought and it requires several actions to make one. If you look at a flame, not only does it have many different colors but it easily puts you in a trance. Different metal elements change the appearance of the flames. Yellow, orange, red, blue and violet. All colors of the rainbow.
Immediately when I thought of the subject “walk” I think of the Pantera song. I can’t help it. This song has always fired me up whether chilling at the end of the day, driving or teaching an exercise class. I mean, “What did you say?” [Pantera Walk Song].
Spirituality comes through in many ways. One of my clients Donna, found her spirituality through comedy. Like me she was a relapsed Catholic and truly we were like sisters in some ways. She was the only person I ever met that was just like me, that rarely happens. She had stage four ovarian cancer. Chemo really did a number on her, it was disconcerting. She introduced me to “Paul” the movie and Eddie Izzard, the Comedian. Paul was about an alien who escaped a military base and hopped onto an RV manned by two British Sci Fi nerds. Throughout the movie Paul was partying with the two men. It was quite funny, in my eyes. Especially when Paul danced to Marvin Gaye’s, “Give It Up.” I thought I would bust a gut. Eddie Izzard has a foul mouth, like me and Donna, and I somewhat enjoyed his humor. Donna’s Spirituality worked for me too.
I’ve been used as a mask on numerous occasions. It’s been cathartic and stifling on different occasions. I was not my true me or higher self. Other human beings projected their needs and wants onto me. I was their mask. .
As a young girl Marie created a “Silent Mask”whether used at school or home. She quickly learned if a teacher or her father was angry with her to be quiet. She got to be a real expert at being silent which further strengthened her “Green Mask.” Her “Silent Mask” was light grey with a closed mouth. It was in this state Marie gained tremendous solace through communication with animals. Animals understood her.
Sleep is a vital part of life. Without it we suffer and when we get good sleep we feel great. My most far reaching memories of sleep are fond. I remember my mother tucking me in before I went to sleep. I remember sleep being renewing and serene.