Archive for 2015

The Process

When I first met C. she was quite, defensive, and not necessarily trustworthy of me. Fair enough, I thought. In three short weeks I somehow learned a lot: from Susanna’s direct and concrete feedback (I now know why  ‘just’ is a shoddy word and how to act fierce even when I’m not), Shazea’s sensitive observations…

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You see?

It’s when he shows me the photographs that it hits me. D has been playing the mandolin for me – he plays for everyone, some love it, some bark back, D meets any reaction with a smile or a laugh. He is, I think, Chinese, and he used to play and sing in Singapore, in…

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Sausage and Mash

M and I are walking down the corridor together side by side. We don’t look at one another or speak. She walks slowly and I match her speed. She is taking me somewhere. I feel honoured to be walking with her like this. There is a trust between us and a feeling of familiarity. She…

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J.

I don’t always understand J – a fact I apologise for regularly and profusely. He’s quiet and we’re often surrounded by noise. Afterwords, I listen to the recordings to fill in the remaining gaps, convinced I’m missing a crucial word, but I still hear the noise over J –  cries and chit-chats, laughter, staff running…

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There is a whole deep world of being

I have been journalling in my head all week.  I notice that I didn’t leave G behind after my visit last week.  Because of his awareness of the process, his interest in the job I’m doing.  Because he asked ‘when will you visit again?’, wanted to know when I would leave for good, and said…

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I Drink Coffee. I Don't Like Tea. I am Dutch.

‘I drink coffee. I don’t like tea. I am Dutch. We don’t drink tea. We drink coffee’. I am sitting with A, taking down her words, as we enjoy our coffee and biscuits. I feel a great affinity for A’s position. I also come from a nation of coffee drinkers, and like her, I don’t…

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Inside/out

C. is cheerful and buzzing when I approach her. Ten minutes later, it’s clear she doesn’t want me there; her eyes only spark again when I mention we might finish the conversation soon. Walking away, I think I could have been more patient, allowed for more silences, more time. Afterwards, Susanna offers feedback and I’m…

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Fuck off

“Fuck off” she says, “fuck off with your words”. As she says it the shock of it flashes a smile across my face, I’m thrown. She means it.  I would like to fuck off. I’ve walked up to her all open faced, arms spread in offering. Why is that? To build a path to trust.…

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Life Lessons

I notice that I have been thinking a lot about ageing:  How will I age?  And the people I love?   I notice this is confronting, uncomfortable, but I value it, as one of the lessons of this work. I worry about being more settled after my second visit to the care home.  If I am…

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Quick, quick, quick, quick, quick

Quick, quick, quick, quick, quick. I am sitting in the corridor of the care home, after talking to D, who has been telling me about sitting with the coffin of his mother in Guyana when he was fourteen, to make sure that no-one stole it. You are a man now, his father told him. You…

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