I have been reflecting upon a wonderful metaphor/phenomenon that has been occurring in one of the groups I’ve been part of. Switchbacks, the food source that keeps on giving and sometimes over feeds me.
Can you imagine yourself older? Can you imagine yourself as an Elder? Do you even want to?
There is a tension between respecting frailty and preventing frailty. One of our recurrent themes has been to highlight how important it is to respect frail patients.
Now and then on Thursdays, particularly when I need some extra time, I will post a poem I like related to aging. Today, it is from Billy Collins – Forgetfulness The name of the author is the first to go…
I’m often amazed and humbled by the erudition of the other members of my Parkinson’s support group. At last week’s meeting, the discussion prompted one of the members to recite from memory the last stanza of a poem by Robert Frost….
WHEN you are old and gray and full of sleep
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
I’m headed off on vacation for two weeks. Hope to post some photos from la belle France, but meanwhile, here is a remarkable poem to chew on while I’m away. It was written by David Hollies, who began to lose … Continue reading →