Medical Emergency Remedies

Medical Emergency Remedies

This past week has been filled with medical emergencies of one kind or another. Not mine, but those I love. So far everyone is either stabilized or we hope they will be soon, for which I am grateful. So what better way to respond to the fear that comes with people we love going through medical horrors?

Silliness and laughter.

This one from my mother (I always love getting the things my mother sends) is more sweet than silly. I’m so impressed with this little girl who clearly has Celtic blood running through her veins! Have I mentioned that my husband descends from Vikings? Not the war waging, marauding, raping and pillaging ones, but the farmer, seafaring adventurer, music and dance lover ones. Can you pick? I just did. And anyway what do the celts have to do with the vikings, you might ask? Well, probably other than culturally influencing each other, intermarriage and the like, not much, but this is the way my brain works. Welcome.

And then there are these photographs that my sister-in-law sent, which are just too funny and fabulous.

In another life I want to be a travel photographer so that I can have animals climbing all over me. It’s important to clarify – non human animals, like a cheetah sidling up to me or a tiger cub or a baby gorilla… Okay, whatever.






Brushed Silver & Aquamarine Brooch ~ Ariane Zurcher Jewelry

Sometimes what’s reflected is easier to see than the thing being reflected.  I wrote about this and the nature of  progress on my other blog, Emma’s Hope Book the other day.

EHB is the blog where I write about being a parent and autism and how my daughter has helped me see the world differently.  It’s ironic that her neurology, the thing so many believe to be a massive deficit – autism – has shown me a world far more beautiful than I ever dreamed or believed possible.

Reflection is like that sometimes.  We see things in a reflection that we might have missed were we to look directly.  Art and inspiration are like that too.

I took this photograph in Central Park this July 4th.  Had you asked me what the weather was like I would have told you – clear blue skies and hot, hot, hot.

“Hot town, summer in the city
Back of my neck getting dirty and gritty
Been down, isn’t it a pity
Doesn’t seem to be a shadow in the city”

Lyrics: Lovin Spoonful

Yet, I would have been wrong.