Meredith Kendall's Blog, page 24
February 5, 2016
self-care
Studying self-care in a U of AZ Integrative Health course.
Self-care is:
love: family & friends, petsmeditation, Reiki, prayer, yogalots of spring waterenough sleepfresh organic whole foodstime in naturemove your bodyminimal or no alcohol, tobacco, caffeine, sugar, rec drugslearning, growing, being
Self-care is:
love: family & friends, petsmeditation, Reiki, prayer, yogalots of spring waterenough sleepfresh organic whole foodstime in naturemove your bodyminimal or no alcohol, tobacco, caffeine, sugar, rec drugslearning, growing, being
January 23, 2016
Reiki Nurse 2016
coming soon... Reiki Nurse 2016.
I fixed some annoying errors, edited, deleted, and added. Now it's at the printer and will be available to you soon. Same fun stories. New information.
I fixed some annoying errors, edited, deleted, and added. Now it's at the printer and will be available to you soon. Same fun stories. New information.
January 21, 2016
Reiki is...
everything and nothing.
January 18, 2016
students
Nursing students. First they need to learn everything: skills (sterile & etc), how to think (critically), how to walk (fast), and talk (concisely).
Now I'm working with students who will graduate in three months. What else can I teach them? They know the basics. They've given meds, pulled IVs, and written care plans. They're thinking about finishing up with school and getting jobs. They need a little more practice with everything.
Now I'm working with students who will graduate in three months. What else can I teach them? They know the basics. They've given meds, pulled IVs, and written care plans. They're thinking about finishing up with school and getting jobs. They need a little more practice with everything.
January 16, 2016
Reiki
Listen to your heart.
It's better to help a person listen to her heart than to bestow the burden of advice.
The person on the table is on a journey. Offer a glass of water, not directions to the best path.
Better to listen than to advise, she advised.
It's better to help a person listen to her heart than to bestow the burden of advice.
The person on the table is on a journey. Offer a glass of water, not directions to the best path.
Better to listen than to advise, she advised.
from freezer to stove
I made spaghetti sauce yesterday. Sauteed portabella mushrooms and things from the garden. From the snowy backyard I picked kale, still good. From the freezer I got pesto and hot peppers.
Today I made mole chili. Cooked some dried beans. Added more of those hot peppers from the freezer (easy: pick, chop, and freeze) and some roasted vegies. Then a little fine chocolate powder and maple syrup. Mole chili.
From summer garden into the freezer onto the stove. Summer heat in January.
Today I made mole chili. Cooked some dried beans. Added more of those hot peppers from the freezer (easy: pick, chop, and freeze) and some roasted vegies. Then a little fine chocolate powder and maple syrup. Mole chili.
From summer garden into the freezer onto the stove. Summer heat in January.
snow day
Wet with sweat and snow, back inside after moving snow from here to there, I'm burning sage leaves, harvested from the garden in October, watching the smoke swirl like snowflakes.
just for today
don't get angry.
Our first Reiki principle. So important, right? So if I've been Reiki for many years, am a nurse and a mature woman, I've probably got that down. Never get angry, right? I don't often feel angry. I did this week.
After years of authoritarian leadership of the passive-aggressive narcissistic nepotistic vindictive type, those people moved on and those of us who stayed agreed to be kind, respectful, and most importantly: collaborative. This week a new leader made an authoritarian move, issued a command, and triggered a collective shudder PTSD. She issued a unilateral edict which usurped a collaborative decision. Smack.
I got angry.
Unlike in previous years, where I coped by shutting up and shutting down, I spoke up. It was scary. I shook with fear, but I did it. I spoke with her, first firmly stating my position, and then more gently, with love and compassion. It went well. We hugged. I expressed gratitude for her reaction. I requested a meeting of all so we could discuss whether to accept her proposed changes to our original decision.
We had the group meeting. My peers stood with me. There was discussion and collaboration. The edict was retracted, but that wasn't the important part. The important part was the discussion, the respectful listening, and the compassionate hugging.
A shift. A good one.
Our first Reiki principle. So important, right? So if I've been Reiki for many years, am a nurse and a mature woman, I've probably got that down. Never get angry, right? I don't often feel angry. I did this week.
After years of authoritarian leadership of the passive-aggressive narcissistic nepotistic vindictive type, those people moved on and those of us who stayed agreed to be kind, respectful, and most importantly: collaborative. This week a new leader made an authoritarian move, issued a command, and triggered a collective shudder PTSD. She issued a unilateral edict which usurped a collaborative decision. Smack.
I got angry.
Unlike in previous years, where I coped by shutting up and shutting down, I spoke up. It was scary. I shook with fear, but I did it. I spoke with her, first firmly stating my position, and then more gently, with love and compassion. It went well. We hugged. I expressed gratitude for her reaction. I requested a meeting of all so we could discuss whether to accept her proposed changes to our original decision.
We had the group meeting. My peers stood with me. There was discussion and collaboration. The edict was retracted, but that wasn't the important part. The important part was the discussion, the respectful listening, and the compassionate hugging.
A shift. A good one.
snow snow snow
big fast flakes, so beautiful; excited to get out there and be in the cold white stillness
January 15, 2016
open carry
or concealed ammo
My son was small. He came home from a play date and emptied his pockets, "Look, Mom!"
Bullets.
I freaked. Called the other mom. "Just bullet casings," she told me. The guns were locked up, she said.
I didn't allow my son to go over there again. The friend could come to our house, I said. But I'd offended the other mom, and the friendship rapidly dissolved.
My son was small. He came home from a play date and emptied his pockets, "Look, Mom!"
Bullets.
I freaked. Called the other mom. "Just bullet casings," she told me. The guns were locked up, she said.
I didn't allow my son to go over there again. The friend could come to our house, I said. But I'd offended the other mom, and the friendship rapidly dissolved.
