Sunday, September 30, 2012

September 30, 2012 Laps



Did my one hour on the treadmill.
Did 16 laps around the track as well.

I meet the nice lady who cleans the toilets in the recreation center.
She has three kids.  We talked about university plans for her. She just came to Canada last year and has to work with her husband to pay bills. I told her to get a student loan and become a pharmacist.
Her sister back home in the Philippines is a pharmacist and she has good grades.

We decided to do older boy's birthday on the long weekend coming up what with the beef recall -we were reluctant to do the BBQ. We might have to go for chicken breasts on the BBQ if the weather is still yummy on Sunday.

September 30, 2012 Muse Letter



I have laid down a stone fortress
by the side of the river
and I have drawn flowers there
to shape your music    in trillium lines

and I have danced under the moon’s last
claps of stars to stare into the shape of darkness
I have pierced the ears of the cattails  with loops of gold so that
they might hold your symbols and numbers in dangling abundance

I have slipped out of morning’s first clutch of
light in the nest of night and frozen myself
beside the heron’s bare bones of solitude
agape before the willows as they flayed the

the waters with their whips
I have searched on mountains for your steps and
I have gone through the grasses tight muscles of green
and I ridden their bare backs   searching for your methods

of making    but I have deceived myself
nothing appeared out of the sands of time
merely the waves that sprung out of the box of sea
I have waited beside the door that was shut to all and

I have watched the bitter apples fall from the
crabapple tree’s gnarly hands   and I have shipped
myself to where the golden raspberries cried themselves
to sleep    and I not given up or retreated from the lie but

taken your sword of truth and made a path
and a route to your side   I have walked for miles
and still I have no way to make these small verses
to say the thoughts you have put inside my head

I cannot turn water to wine   nor can I make bread
multiply for the crowd or net enough fishes to feed
the hungry  I have no magical ways to show them your
ways   I can only speak of the water at midnight    how it

capes itself in the moon’s white fabrics   how the dusky
cheek of the sunset is similar to the poinsettia’s last blushes
or how the wind rips off the grasses’ fringes of seeds and tosses
them like children into the leaping sands   that accept them for the

new year’s passes of green horses   they grow there like a sign
of your ways   the grasses are all I can speak of with honesty 
their green door into silence is what I understand well  the door through which all the words go
after the poem is sung   that silence that is the end     of all our rehearsals of drama and pain

in life and language  how we are simplifying ourselves
to meet with you in the stone house of mourning!
I am shaping these words to you  so that I might clearly see
your face   so that when I am taken in your arms forever

there will be no difference between the Muse and the
one who comes to winnow down his harvest for the afterlife
that may be simply silence   that stone monument that will be
erected over the powerful and the weak   you must know this

that the Muse says the name of each of us equally
there is no difference in his mind between a king and a pauper
on the street   the blood and flesh he reaps is the same in each field
he works on    and the words he lays down on a tablet of love is to say

that we are all equal in his eyes
that our lives are mere hours in his existence
and that all we do are minor matters  we are all ants making a sand hill
nothing of importance will be done by any of us       as we go carrying our grains of sand

seeking glory   we are moving to the cross
and the crucifixion that is all ours   we are going one after another
to small rooms where we will lie with our doubts and confusions
to where the cattails stir and lick their paws    we are going to the

hill where the rooms are endless  to where the stars drop down
on their sandy knees and say the words of still and silent
we are travelling on the route of ordinary and final
to where we will sit forever like stones in a heap

and find our fingers and toes    we will collect
our bones in our hands and count our deeds
those deeds we thought were fantastic that will be
reduced to dust and grasses    I sit in the room with

the door closed and the sun breathing heavily down
my neck  the moon has collapsed herself and vanished
the stars echo in the wind’s harsh running and I am waiting
for the grasses to say my name and call me to the waters

the waters of life and death
where the Muse waits with his boat of hours
and his book of names    where I will be pressed
like grapes to be finally made    from water into wine



Caritas Child Health Clinic




 From the Winter 2004 issue of Caritas Research there is this useful article on the work of the Child Learning and development clinics that should be the hub for all special needs children such as those with ADHD and CAPD child referrals in Edmonton and northern Alberta. Similar clinics should exist to support services with children with special needs in Southern Alberta.





At the Misericordia Community Hospital, a
busy Child Health Clinic offers an effective model
for community health promotion and communitybased
research. Established in 1997, the clinic
tackles many of the challenges to children's health
and wellbeing that tax the resources of the
community and impact the day-to-day life of many
families.
With support from the region, the program was
developed to meet the urgent need for communitybased
programs to promote physical and mental
health, prevent disease progression and advocate
for children and their families within their
communities. Today it offers a variety of services to
address complex health issues that affect a child's
education, social development and emotional
wellbeing.
“These kinds of services are difficult to
develop within the offices of pediatricians or family
physicians in private practice,” says Pediatrician
Dr. Lola Baydala, the clinic's Medical Director.
“Individual physicians just do not have the
supporting personnel or the tremendous amount of
time it takes to explore all the options.”
Physicians working in the clinic offer specialized expertise to the
Child Health Clinic programs, and provide support for the
Misericordia's high-risk deliveries and emergency
cases. In total, 8,700 visits have occurred through
the clinic programs since April 2003.
Family physicians and pediatricians refer children to the clinic for testing,
assessment, treatment and education. These
activities are supported by a multidisciplinary
team, which includes physicians, nurse specialists,
social workers, a dietician, psychologist,
audiologist, occupational therapist, respiratory
therapist, and speech-language pathologist.
“All of the information goes back to the
referring physician. However, we continue to follow
the child's progress and work with the physician on
an ongoing basis as requested,” says Dr. Baydala.
“Our goal is to empower the primary care physician
to provide ongoing care.”
Community-based support is key to the
clinic's approach. The Neurodevelopment and
Behavioural Disorders Program has had 3,300 visits
since April 2003, helping children with behavioural,
emotional, attention and/or learning difficulties. As
part of the community-based approach, team
members work with parents, school, public health
clinics, community groups, social service agencies
and others who have the potential to contribute to
the child's assessment, treatment and ongoing
well-being. Effective parenting sessions, schoolbased
group counseling, and social skills training
offered through the clinic provide additional
support.
“This clinic is truly about meeting the unmet
needs in the community,” says Dr. Baydala. The
CHC's involvement in multi-disciplinary,
community-based pediatric research in a variety of
groundbreaking areas including environmental
health, neurofeedback, and alternative education
stems from this same goal. “Our success has come
with our ability to link with community members,
and, in collaboration with them, to identify and
develop research questions and programs that are a
priority for the people we serve.”