Our muses sometimes spark creative ventures exactly when we need them most: when we are feeling down, or desperate, or anxious. The embers may sit for awhile and then suddenly, clear out of the blue, they burst into flame with an urgency that demands creation. Such was my recent experience with this Dementia Activity Cushion.
I started with a very general idea of the “tools” I wanted my friend to manipulate, but I wasn’t at all sure how they would fit together. So I just poked right into the project, digging around and gathering various bits and pieces that seemed useful: an unused purple cushion; an outgrown plushy and sequined top from my granddaughter; a recycled balsamic rice bag (because it had a zipper – and words and numbers); some beads and cords and pockets, and at the last minute, a small flashlight. And then I set to work, thinking and planning and stitching, and keeping my mind occupied with doing.
My friend now has a lot of items to play with whenever she wants to keep her mind occupied with doing.
Zipping and clipping; tying and snapping; slipping and sliding. What fun!
Times are indeed tough for all of us these days, but because we are adaptable creatures, we rise to the occasion and carry on, bravely encouraging our children and grandchildren to do the same. There is no giving up.
More often than I ever would have imagined, my children create small miracles.
I actually have a total of five two-legged miracles from them. And these five are delights that will forever feed my soul–I only hope they realize how much.
Today, though, I want to share a different kind of miracle: my daughter’s poem, Indulgence. It speaks strongly to me and, if you are a woman, it probably speaks to you as well. A man who appreciates poetry will also surely like it. Enjoy.