These colours were super challenging for me this week and I probably would have been tempted to ditch this layout and start again if I had another day to play with. Part of that is my personal aversion to the Autumnal tones. Part is the dodgy photo, but it’s about the only one I have of that time.....still the story is told I must give thanks to Debbi, who week after week, provides these superb challenges, not just the colours, but the journalling prompts, which somehow flick a switch in the subconscious and tap into rich veins of memory. I don’t know how you do it Debbi, but I love CSI and all your efforts to make it run like clockwork. Thank you
A couple of closies
Floral pattern - on the strips
I chose to write about something I’ve learned. The journalling reads.
When I look at this photo, taken at the beginning of my Nursing Training, I had no idea how much hard yakka would be involved in finishing the course. I soon learned to survive twelve hour shifts; to endure the interminable night duty, and with a Senior Nurse, to run a small hospital at night. Matron was on call, but we were trusted to do everything else; the turning and pressure care of bed ridden patients; the monitoring of babies in the nursery and gavaging of those too weak to suck; the dispensing of medications; the care of the dying and laying out of the dead.
When Matron sat me at the dining room table, with one arm in a sling and eyes blindfolded, I learned to place the food tray within reach of the patient and ask if they’d like some help to eat. I learned to treat each patient with dignity and kindness. I understood it was O.K. to cry when a local man was scooped off the road in fragments and couldn’t be cobbled together again.
I learned to be calm in emergencies; to see a crisis in the making and take steps to avert it. Most of all I recognized that a career in Nursing was not for sissies. The hours were long and the pay was a pittance, but the rewards were enormous. To see a critical patient restored to health, to witness the miracle of birth and to hold the hand of the dying, was an honour and a privilege.
When patients, no matter how old, are in pain and afraid, they often call for their Mothers. I learned to understand their need; to sit, listen to their fear, not offering solutions, but simply being fully present. The black and white certitudes of my youth melted away by exposure to life in the raw and I realized the more I learned, the less I knew. Most things I used to fret about don’t really matter. I’ve learned to “BE” in the moment, to enjoy the shenanigans of the Grandchildren; to bask in the warmth of my family’s love and to count my blessings every day. Journalling September 2013
Graphic 45 - Bohemian Bazaar “Dazzling delights” Photo frame
Graphic 45 - Bohemian Bazaar “Dazzling delights” Strips
Faber Castell - Gelatos
Crafter’s Workshop Stencil - mini peacock pattern
Derivan Matisse - Impasto
My Mind’s Eye - Collectable, wooden butterfly
Prima - alphas
Prima - Stamp
Prima - flowers
Kaiser craft - flowers
Petaloo - flowers
Kaisercraft stamp - arty
Kaisercraft - acetate clock
Tim Holts - washi tape
Craft Queen washi - lime floral
Key - $2.00 shop
Bo-Bunny - Buttons. “C’est La Vie”
Scrapmatts - Leaves CB115
Spellbinder die - Romantic rectangle