Friday 26 August 2011

The Hospice



I've just finished 2 weeks of volunteering at the local hospice. It was such a powerful experince in so many ways but what overwhelmed me most was the difference in perspecitve when you're on the other side of things, as it were. I always acknowleged that hospices were happy places but never before had I noticed just how much laughter fluttered through the corridors. It was such a pleasure to feel genuinly useful, even when the jobs were completely mundane you could instantly see the difference that cup of tea had made to the relative who'd recieved a shock, or how by simply remembering a pateints favourite flavour fortisip you could save them so much frsutration of trying to ask when they're speech has become impaired. It was also a very gentle introduction to death as an everyday occurence. In modern socitey we have become very separated from death as a process, what with older relatives living away rather than in the home, and I think it leaves a lot of people scared. Whilst it would choke me up as I read the list of the deceased and stumbled across a name of someone I had cared for, it was also important that I got to see them fade. No one died in pain or even suddenly, it was just as if a light had dimmed; they had good deaths; it seems strange how much emphasis we place on having a good birth and yet so much stigma surronds the possibility of having a good death. I think you have to have a very specific personality to work in a place like that. The volunteers that I had the fortune to work with were truley wonderful people. I have never before met so many warm people in one place. They do a fantastic job and I hope to return and help them over Christmas. Volunteering here went so much further than just gaining experience fora  future career, it was a way for me to repay some of what the hospice movement gave to my family and ultimately it comes down to the compassion between human begins, having done it once I can't imagine not helping again. A quote posted in the volunteers kitchen just summerised it so perfectly:

''Too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile,
 a kind word, an honest compliement, or the smallest
act of caring, all of which have the potential to
 turn a life around.''

Leo F. Buscaglia

Tuesday 9 August 2011

Sweet Peas

One of my favourite things about summer evenings is the Sweet Peas. Picking a bunch, arranging them in a vase oon my bedside table and waking up to thioer intoxicatingly sweet scent the next day is a pleasure like no other.

''Here are sweet-peas, on tip-toe for a flight:
with wings of gentle flush o'er delicate white,
and taper fingers catching all things,
to bind them all about with tiny rings.''
John Keats

(no one quite intimates summer like Keats, one of my favourite poets)