This Quiet Sunday
This misty morning is filled with bird songs that oats through a veil of soft, damp mist that hangs in the crowns of the pine… Read More »This Quiet Sunday
This misty morning is filled with bird songs that oats through a veil of soft, damp mist that hangs in the crowns of the pine… Read More »This Quiet Sunday
Sometimes people come into your lives who make you wonder if they aren’t, in fact, angels in human form.You are seen.You are valued.You are held… Read More »Dearest Rayne
It is time for us to start honouring African wisdom and knowledge. We are our stories. Our being in the world is lived through our… Read More »African Wisdom
I have just had the privilege of visiting the Hangberg Clinic. There are more than a hundred people waiting patiently (pun intended) – old, oldest,… Read More »Vulnerability in Hangberg
“As the population ages, more of us will be called upon to care for others. So we must understand the importance of recognizing and honouring… Read More »The Heart of Care
The art of caregiving. How do we teach caregiving? Is it at all possible to “teach” someone how to care? I am not so sure…… Read More »The Art of Caregiving
Would we ever fully understand or comprehend the lived reality or being-in-the-world of the person living with dementia? It seems impossible to stand in someone… Read More »Be Still and Know…