THE BUDDHIST CARER

Christmas approaches. More shopping done than usual. The caring goes on.

Where else do I need to go to learn about myself, about compassion, about suffering, about impermanence, about mindfulness than right...

"I would like to die with a pair of secateurs in my hand" he says.

Please come to Finland Just for a half day meeting. Can't see that happ'ning.

Up four times last night. His confusion off the scale. So vulnerable.

Saw this on Facebook, It rang a few bells for me. Pretty much clueless.

Bloods tests been done to rule out an infection. If only it was.

Letting people down, or looking after me? Need to say "no" more! That dreaded list of things I said I'd happily do is more like a noose....

I'm back at work now. It's a way to use my brain And forget the rest.

I've just heard some news. The worst you can imagine. How that mother mourns.

Not sustainable Waiting hand and foot on him. Conserve energy!

Foggy and freezing, A stay-at-home kind of day. Who wants a hot tea?

Off the scale confused, dehydrated, exhausted. Whose respite was that?

Missing out on things professionally just sucks! It seems so unfair.

He comes home today from a week in a care home. Is that home from home?

Phone call, oh - a fall? I'm caring at a distance. What do I do now?

I saw a swan fly. Not sure I've seen that before. Seeing, noticing.

The weight of caring. Onus. Burden. Heaviness. It's lifted. For now.

I tend to observe or narrate my experience through the lens of mind. Breathing in, making contact with all the senses, breathing out....

So, do I miss him While he's away in respite? My answer is ... no. I think about him. I wonder what he's doing. But I don't miss him. I...