I can't fall
I'm supported
On the floor
Done for the day
For some the floor is evaded.
Not being able to arise themselves,
Independance as been removed.
A stable chair is much prefered.
Being on the floor
Is different for everyone
Some use it for rest, meals,
and sharing stories.
So... what does it mean?
On the floor...
Dedication: To careers you are amazing people who admire and respect greatly.
Unseen. In
the background. Consistent.
Always
there. Struggling to switch off.
I see
you.
As a
support worker and human being, I stand with you.
I am
privileged to help you switch off.
Respite
because you love the person you care for.
For a day,
or just a few hours, you can be a member of their family again.
Because you
know that I’m on team. I’ve got them.
I’m
traveling alongside you. We delight together in the little moments.
You can
take a step back, catch your breath, and know your person is okay.
Carers do a
great deal without pay or time off.
I will
fight with you for the whole family, not just the person I’m supporting.
Everyone
should be considered worth the effort.
By
supporting you and those around my client, my client thrives.
Centrelink,
NDIS, a GP, or a specialist. I’ll make sure that we lift-up your person.
Because
everyone deserves to have their voice listened to.
Not just
the person receiving support but the people around them too.
Their
family and team’s wellbeing are important.
How can a
client do well when their career is burnt out?
I am
privileged to be part of a client's support team.
I will be
there to work with, acknowledge,
and respect
everyone within their team.
Everyone
has value.
1 Corinthians 12 NLT vs 22
'In fact, some parts of the body that seem weakest and least important are actually the most necessary.'
Our ‘Rolly Polly Pudding’
Reims of
verses of poetry from his mouth.
Such a memory!
He investigated
and remembered the Campbell history.
As did his
Mc Donald friend!
He had many
musings and songs.
From ‘Here
comes the Tea’ for Grandma
To ‘Postman
Pete with the Smelly Feet’ for Holiday Club
He loved
reading and passed the joy of reading on
Often falling
asleep reading a favourite book in his favourite chair
Grandma and
Granddad’s book room smelled amazing!
A book was appreciated
if it was annotated.
My Granddad
edited my early poems.
He loved
T.V. shows that made him chuckle and Grandma’s shoulders shake.
He rewatched
Lord of the Rings and Harry Potter with his children towards the end.
Like my
Granddad I get annoyed if a movie is very different from the book.
It is hard
to feel sad that he isn’t here anymore.
Because I
know that he is right where he wants to be.
At peace,
joining Grandma and Auntie Anne.
Singing God’s
praises as he is now.
As he
dreamed of for many a year.
Especially
when sitting on a steam train.
I stopped and stared at dead flowers in a vase.
This is how I feel.
Slowly drooping.
Running out of life,
not enough of the things that help me thrive.
So, I hold
on to the little things, little bits of hope left.
Walking
with a friend or family member.
Hugs and time with my partner (only person I'm allowed to hug)
Zoom meet
ups (sometimes helping and sometimes just makes me miss people).
Recently grading to orange belt in Karate online with one of my clients.
Going to
work and supporting others through this time of uncertainty.
A testing centre in Concord that I can walk to
along the river and amongst trees.
Having had
both my vaccines done months ago brings me reassurance.
Life is
frustrating and confusing.
The rules
keep changing and it’s hard to keep up.
The
restrictions and all the thigs I must do to continue support work.
Testing
every three days, mask on, ID’s, work permit, and vaccination proof.
My phone must
be changed in case I get stopped and I’m on high alert.
Yet at
least we are all in the vase together.
We’re all
finding things hard.
If we hold
together onto hope…
perhaps water
will come soon.
The more we
get vaccinated, I think, the more we have.
Please, be
careful out there and get vaccinated soon as you can.
Stay safe
and keep it safe.
For
everyone.
We are all
in this together. Like it or not.
I heard a word thrown out upon the wind.
‘Spaz’. I
took a breath.
Thinking…
there’s that word.
After all
the strives we’re made…
Still… this
man talking to his partner pushing a stroller…
uses this
expression… flipping it out into the world.
Using it to
complain about a mistake that was made.
Why?
Perhaps he does
not know what it means.
As a person
who is part of the disabled community…
I do.
Trauma,
advocacy, hospital visits, fighting for acceptance, and being so very, very
tired.
And that is
just one word.
There are
so many other triggering words.
Be careful
what you say.
Listen and
be open to change.
As ‘Too
Peas in a Podcast’ say:
‘Know
better, do better’.
Come with me with brain a buzz
Sit under this tree. Breathe, look, and feel.
Watch the ant climb the roots.
Listen to the leaves that provide shade.
Feel the earth beneath and the bark at your back, so firm.
Hear the words of the Lord within you.
Peaceful is faith as firm as this tree in the ground.
