August 2, 2015 by Martha
Showing posts with label Quotation. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Quotation. Show all posts
Sunday, August 2, 2015
A Lieberman Quotation
"It's not the lying that matters. It is remembering that you lied and to whom!"
Monday, July 27, 2015
Friday, July 17, 2015
Saturday, June 21, 2014
Life
"I guess that I will go on living until I am alive again." A quote from Send in the Midwives on PBS.
Monday, March 31, 2014
Saturday, January 18, 2014
QUOTES
You might want to follow some of the quotes that "speak" to me and are posted at:
Many of them have been important messages supporting Gregory and my living with and loving someone with Alzheimer's Disease.
Saturday, November 23, 2013
Sunday, September 15, 2013
NEW: michael a. horvich quotes
I have been collecting quotations "that speak to me" for some twenty years now. I have decided to start this blog to share and catalogue some of my favorites. Enjoy!
Wednesday, September 4, 2013
A Quote and A Response
"We all live in a house on fire, no fire department to call; no way out, just the upstairs window to look out of while the fire burns the house down with us trapped, locked in it."
(TENNESSEE WILLIAMS, The Milk Train Doesn't Stop Here Anymore)
On the other hand we will live to see a new day, and in the morning the problems seem tolerable, and maybe, just maybe we will find the fire escape or the fire department will arrive in time.
(MICHAEL HORVICH, GYROSCOPE: An Alzheimer's Love Story)
Monday, September 2, 2013
Going, Going, Gone
Maybe I should just keep record on a separate piece of paper instead of posting it to my BLOG but this way I can: 1) process, 2) share, 3) record, 4) maintain, 5) save, 6) cry.
SO FAR THIS MORNING: Gregory could not take simple directions on how to get his shaver to stop squeaking (at least he did figure out how to plug it in) so he had to wait until I finished my use of the bathroom (read taking a dump) to help him. We are not shy so use the bathroom together. It actually gives me the opportunity to monitor him without seeming like spying. But even my private moments have become his.
Next I had to remind him to put on deodorant and face cream. He could not find them so I opened the medicine chest and pointed. He was able to put the correct product on the correct area of his anatomy so I guess I should be grateful.
Then he put on his underwear (I missed noting if they were right side or backwards but guess that doesn't really matter) and sweats without my help. Fist time this week! So I guess I should be grateful. Doesn't necessarily mean anything for tomorrow.
As he was leaving the bedroom I mentioned, "Your paper is on your desk."
He headed towards the front door. I called him back and said, "Your (corrected the word) NEWSpaper is on your DESK."
He headed toward the front door again. "On your desk." "WHERE YOUR NEWSPAPER IS EVERY MORNING! Do you know where your DESK is?"
"Yes, out there."
"Yes, out there," I reinforced.
Then the numbness, and tears, and confusion, and not knowing how to "fix" this type of interaction, and the fear of the future, and depression (and only a tiny bit of anger) follow.
Then the processing for the BLOG begins. Luckily I had made my first cup of coffee before all this began.
Simultaneously through all this Emma, my kitty (GiGi is Gregory's kitty,) brings me her Krinkle Ball so we can play fetch. A little bit of unqualified love from my kitty and processing from my BLOG make me feel a little better.
Perhaps making some signs for important places that Gregory does not seem to be able to make associations between the word and the place would help? Don't feel really optimistic about this but I will try.
Perhaps I need to make sure that I do not begin to meet my own needs (like taking a dump) until Gregory is finished with all of his and settled. Problem being that often when I think he is settled, a new aspect of getting settled doesn't work for him. But I will try.
At least I was not mean to him. I think I appeared patient on the outside but even feel guilty about what was going on inside, isn't that silly? I will try.
Last night we watched "Call for the Midwives" on PBS, a British program about post WWII and a group of midwives and nuns in England. Excellent second season.
A baby is born with Spina Biffida. Medical know how will make the baby's life as comfortable as possible but one of the nuns talked about the early days when the best thing to do for the baby was to help it die comfortably. Even in the church, that was acceptable.
After trying to help the parents but failing to help them deal the diagnosis, the head nun tells the grieving midwife, "Sometimes one has to admit defeat and move on. There is a lot more of life that needs to be lived."
I identify.
Today, this came across my mail:
Meanwhile, this is a list I have been keeping for a while.
GOING GOING GONE
Taking pills - comes and goes.
Putting a belt on - usually gone.
Using mouth wash - gone.
Word bathroom - gone.
Understanding most words - almost gone.
Using most words - almost gone.
Brushing teeth - comes and goes
Reading at bedtime - almost gone.
Going for a walk by himself - gone.
Picking out his own clothes - gone.
Getting ready for bed - comes and goes.
Shaving in the morning - comes and goes.
Getting dressed - comes and goes.
Toileting - comes and goes.
Communicating with words - gone.
Using a fork and knife - comes and goes.
Navigating the food on a dinner plate - comes and goes.
Fastening his seatbelt in the car - comes and goes.
Using a urinal when out - comes and goes.
Controlling flatulence - comes and goes.
Comprehension of TV - uncertain.
Helping make the bed - comes and goes.
SO FAR THIS MORNING: Gregory could not take simple directions on how to get his shaver to stop squeaking (at least he did figure out how to plug it in) so he had to wait until I finished my use of the bathroom (read taking a dump) to help him. We are not shy so use the bathroom together. It actually gives me the opportunity to monitor him without seeming like spying. But even my private moments have become his.
Next I had to remind him to put on deodorant and face cream. He could not find them so I opened the medicine chest and pointed. He was able to put the correct product on the correct area of his anatomy so I guess I should be grateful.
Then he put on his underwear (I missed noting if they were right side or backwards but guess that doesn't really matter) and sweats without my help. Fist time this week! So I guess I should be grateful. Doesn't necessarily mean anything for tomorrow.
As he was leaving the bedroom I mentioned, "Your paper is on your desk."
He headed towards the front door. I called him back and said, "Your (corrected the word) NEWSpaper is on your DESK."
He headed toward the front door again. "On your desk." "WHERE YOUR NEWSPAPER IS EVERY MORNING! Do you know where your DESK is?"
"Yes, out there."
"Yes, out there," I reinforced.
Then the numbness, and tears, and confusion, and not knowing how to "fix" this type of interaction, and the fear of the future, and depression (and only a tiny bit of anger) follow.
Then the processing for the BLOG begins. Luckily I had made my first cup of coffee before all this began.
Simultaneously through all this Emma, my kitty (GiGi is Gregory's kitty,) brings me her Krinkle Ball so we can play fetch. A little bit of unqualified love from my kitty and processing from my BLOG make me feel a little better.
Perhaps making some signs for important places that Gregory does not seem to be able to make associations between the word and the place would help? Don't feel really optimistic about this but I will try.
Perhaps I need to make sure that I do not begin to meet my own needs (like taking a dump) until Gregory is finished with all of his and settled. Problem being that often when I think he is settled, a new aspect of getting settled doesn't work for him. But I will try.
At least I was not mean to him. I think I appeared patient on the outside but even feel guilty about what was going on inside, isn't that silly? I will try.
Last night we watched "Call for the Midwives" on PBS, a British program about post WWII and a group of midwives and nuns in England. Excellent second season.
A baby is born with Spina Biffida. Medical know how will make the baby's life as comfortable as possible but one of the nuns talked about the early days when the best thing to do for the baby was to help it die comfortably. Even in the church, that was acceptable.
After trying to help the parents but failing to help them deal the diagnosis, the head nun tells the grieving midwife, "Sometimes one has to admit defeat and move on. There is a lot more of life that needs to be lived."
I identify.
Today, this came across my mail:
So does that mean that what I am experiencing is neither good nor bad? It only is? Is what I am going through bringing me closer to achieving great and perfect equality? And if all of this is true, how am I going to get through this journey to the end? Time will tell, but I will try.
Meanwhile, this is a list I have been keeping for a while.
GOING GOING GONE
Taking pills - comes and goes.
Putting a belt on - usually gone.
Using mouth wash - gone.
Word bathroom - gone.
Understanding most words - almost gone.
Using most words - almost gone.
Brushing teeth - comes and goes
Reading at bedtime - almost gone.
Going for a walk by himself - gone.
Picking out his own clothes - gone.
Getting ready for bed - comes and goes.
Shaving in the morning - comes and goes.
Getting dressed - comes and goes.
Toileting - comes and goes.
Communicating with words - gone.
Using a fork and knife - comes and goes.
Navigating the food on a dinner plate - comes and goes.
Fastening his seatbelt in the car - comes and goes.
Using a urinal when out - comes and goes.
Controlling flatulence - comes and goes.
Comprehension of TV - uncertain.
Helping make the bed - comes and goes.
Sunday, September 1, 2013
A Quote
We all live in a house on fire, no fire department to call; no way out, just the upstairs window to look out of while the fire burns the house down with us trapped, locked in it.
TENNESSEE WILLIAMS, The Milk Train Doesn't Stop Here Anymore
Tuesday, February 19, 2013
The Tragic Gap
I thought of you this am when I read the following:
To live in this world, we must learn how to stand in the tragic gap with faith and hope. By the "tragic gap" I mean the gap between what is and what could and should, the gap between the reality of a given situation and an alternative reality we know to be possible because we have experienced it.
....Parker J. Palmer, Weavings, March/April 2009.
Boy, if that isn't a description of living with Alzheimer's I don't know what is.
Love and hugs to both of you,
B
Sunday, January 20, 2013
Daily Affirmations
You may have seen these quotes from Abraham-Hicks before on my blog. Our nephew Mark Jr turned me on to them and for the most part I find them helpful in my day to day dealing with living with my life-partner who is living with Alzheimer's Disease. Sometimes they are hard to "translate" to our situation but it is always interesting to try, especially with the help of our niece Colleen. This one provides an interesting perspective. If you want to check out Abraham-Hicks, click here.
http://www.abraham-hicks.com/lawofattractionsource/index.php
Wednesday, December 26, 2012
Sunday, September 23, 2012
A Quote
"Anything that matters never gets easier." Philip Seymour Hoffman
Shared by my friend Stephanie Kallos.
Shared by my friend Stephanie Kallos.
Sunday, September 2, 2012
Shadows
This is the cause of human suffering, in Habib's opinion: Humans are like the Crow of legend, Crow who became obsessed with her shadow, pecking at it, tearing at it, scratching at it, until she woke her shadow up and it ate her so that Crow is now dead and her shadow is alive.
Humans cannot stop staring at their own shadows, at some shape they think is fixed, a shape that they come to believe is real. Everything constricts to that shape; they become only that, nothing more, and then they are dead.
Oh, life for humans on this planet would be so much less fraught with sadness if they could know one thing: that shape is an illusion. The woes and angers, the confusions and pains -- all these are born of that narrow vision, that staring into the unchanging shape of ones's own shadow.
Humans cannot stop staring at their own shadows, at some shape they think is fixed, a shape that they come to believe is real. Everything constricts to that shape; they become only that, nothing more, and then they are dead.
Oh, life for humans on this planet would be so much less fraught with sadness if they could know one thing: that shape is an illusion. The woes and angers, the confusions and pains -- all these are born of that narrow vision, that staring into the unchanging shape of ones's own shadow.
Hotel Anegline: A Novel in 36 Voices.
Stephanie Kallos et al
2010
P. 218
Stephanie Kallos et al
2010
P. 218
Maybe with awareness we can become shape shifters, always trying on new ones, always reflecting but not fixating. That is our only hope. (M. Horvich 2012)
Tuesday, June 19, 2012
Three Things to Remember
A few days ago after a "tiff," and after tears on both parts were dried, Gregory said, "There are three things we need to always remember. One: I love you. Two: You love me."
End of story.
End of story.
Thursday, June 14, 2012
A Quote
"One day at a time, even though you plan for tomorrow while remembering yesterday." M.Horvich based on a concept by B. Dennis.
Friday, June 1, 2012
Ah Perfection
Just because a person smiles all the time, doesn't mean their life is perfect. That smile is a symbol of hope & strength.....
(From "Life Quotes" on Facebook as shared by my friend Latonya)
(From "Life Quotes" on Facebook as shared by my friend Latonya)
Saturday, July 2, 2011
Poetry
In the next few posts, I will be quoting from and/or discussing a few of the ten poems in Roger Housden's Ten Poems to Change Your Life Again and Again 2007.
I have found great delight as well as comfort in poetry as a way of understanding and dealing with my emotional and intellectual reactions to the daily interactions with Gregory's diagnosis of Alzheimer's Disease.
Very often, when I sit down to write about them, my words express themselves poetically. I read somewhere, wish I could acknowledge where, that poetry is as close to truth as one can get. The poet works painstakingly hard to select just the correct words and just the correct number of words to paint, yes paint, a picture of what he wants to express.
As a writer, I too lovingly struggle with this. If you have been following this blog and my writer's blog, you have seem some of my poetry and you might have found also some of my 6, 10, or 25 word stories. Telling a story in so few words, while called "Hint Fiction," is so close to writing poetry.
As a writer, I have become so obviously aware that other writers have written words in ways with which I could do no better. So I find that "quotations" from others are important to me. I mark them with a Post-it while reading then process them in writing (with citations.)
In the next few posts, it looks like I am combining all of this: quotations about poetry from others. Let me know what you think.
I have found great delight as well as comfort in poetry as a way of understanding and dealing with my emotional and intellectual reactions to the daily interactions with Gregory's diagnosis of Alzheimer's Disease.
Very often, when I sit down to write about them, my words express themselves poetically. I read somewhere, wish I could acknowledge where, that poetry is as close to truth as one can get. The poet works painstakingly hard to select just the correct words and just the correct number of words to paint, yes paint, a picture of what he wants to express.
As a writer, I too lovingly struggle with this. If you have been following this blog and my writer's blog, you have seem some of my poetry and you might have found also some of my 6, 10, or 25 word stories. Telling a story in so few words, while called "Hint Fiction," is so close to writing poetry.
As a writer, I have become so obviously aware that other writers have written words in ways with which I could do no better. So I find that "quotations" from others are important to me. I mark them with a Post-it while reading then process them in writing (with citations.)
In the next few posts, it looks like I am combining all of this: quotations about poetry from others. Let me know what you think.
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