Time almost always does the trick;
That,
And staying calm.
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My thoughts on creativity, health and social care and their relationship to human emotions
Time almost always does the trick;
That,
And staying calm.
Better to fail in a failed system than to undertake an experiment with the same outcome.
I didn’t say anything.
What do you do? Here is the scenario. Nasty takes someone who is struggling and kicks them out. Vamos. Nice takes the same individual and tries to find a workaround, a person-centre solution. Time passes. Nasty has acquired another protégé, Nice is stuck with the same guy. You can multiply this by two, five orContinue reading “Nasty v Nice”
You could argue that interruptions are a hazard in themselves, yet, is interruption, or the ability of doctor, patient, porter, nurse, pharmacist or therapist to speak-out or express themselves not part of the tapestry of our safety culture?
This is when we can behave in ways that are counter to our usual preferences; the quiet guy shouts, the woman obsessed with detail makes rash and sweeping assessments, the emotional soul becomes a tyrant.
Waiting for nurse.
Fear of asking for nurse.
Fear of fear of asking for nurse.
The NHS has a tried and tested technique; it is called hospitalisation.
Would smoke
One Lambert & Butler after another
Those Angry Young Men, one day they’ll learn, they will eventually see the light and become more like me – they will die a little inside;
Big or small, fast or slow, aberrations fill the world of natural history making museums, films and narratives interesting.
We all live lives of stunning colour,
reality,
w/ vivid, experience.
The dead have no memories for, they are the thoughts of the living; the living, exist momentarily.
I remember the first time I visited Jerusalem. We entered via the Jaffa gate, my brother and me. He had some business related to psychology, I was just tagging-along. Eged bus, then foot. The spices more a phenomenon than the last time I went. Zaatar. Which is hyssop sprinkled on just-cooked bread. At the timeContinue reading “Memory”
In the past week I have discussed the term imposter syndrome on three separate occasions; I haven’t actually been the focus of the discussion although I am sure I am equally susceptible to the phenomenon. Well, it is self-evident what it’s about; imposter – suggesting that someone or something is pretending to be who orContinue reading “Imposter”
In the midst of Goya’s black paintings I fell In love With the image of the goat And the People Cowering In a circle Reminiscent of The Dybbuk, The Devil Casting shadows, Pretending Enchanting, Ensnaring, Encasing – Smothering. The peasants Demoniacal Passive in their observation, Crooked fantasy; Rosemary’s baby, Polanski And Ira Levin TogetherContinue reading
Head of the dog Lost in his Black period. We all Loved And somehow Understood the symbolism; We got The drowning, The overwhelming beauty the majesty, Of being very, very small On a canvas designed for ever.
“Into a soul absolutely free from thoughts and emotion, even the tiger finds no room to insert its fierce claws.” You can interpret this as you like. Today, I will take it like this… You could be perfect; a flower, a petal, a sunrise – everything in its allocated position, like soldiers lined-up for report.Continue reading “Tao”