Mindfulness for Kids, and others!

Quote for the day: 
If you want others to be happy, practice compassion. 
If you want to be happy, practice compassion.
 ~ The Dalai Lama



When Losing Words was being published, the editor let me know that one other author was going into print with professional initials after his name.  For this piece, I’m listed as Melinda Bennington, BSW, M.Ed., instead of just Melinda Bennington.  I wouldn’t usually include post-nominals like that in a literary publication, but the subject of the poem is gerontology-related, and we thought it made sense in this instance.


I’ve taught in public school, but recently had the opportunity to combine my interests when I was invited to co-lead a Mindfulness for Children group in private practice outside Washington, D.C.  What a treat!  The person with whom I’ve been working is a wonderful Ph.D. practitioner, and simply a kind, compassionate, competent, fun person.  (You tend to run into people like that in education and in the helping professions.)


There’s research that shows that children who’ve been trained in Mindfulness strategies can see improvements in executive function, behavioral regulation, and self-concept. 😀 I’ve found secular Mindfulness meditation to be a mini-vacation for my body, mind and spirit.  And as a writer, taking time to clear the mind has helped me become more productive and creative.


It can also help with pain management. Here’s some research on meditation and pain for those, like me, who need proof:  National Institute on Health article

The bad thing about pain is it hurts.  The good thing is it’s made me more compassionate toward others who experience it, too. 


Here’s a resource for grownups who’d like to try simple meditation at home.  Guided simple meditation from Quiet Mind Cafe


Information for people interested in Mindfulness for children is:
Susan Kaiser Greenland’s Inner Kids website and
New York Times mindfulness article


Namaste! 😀


Dog leads and adaptive writing technology

Today’s dog-walking hint for the day:

Don’t wrap a dog leash around your fingers if your dog looks like the Olympic gold medalist in weight-lifting!

The good news: there was a pile of snow right next to the car at the I-95 rest area where it happened.  (FYI ~ snow makes a great first aid treatment while driving one-handed to the emergency room) Here on the east coast these rest areas are a popular spot for traveling dog breaks, both on (mine) and off leash (the other dog, not santioned).

For my writer friends, here’s what I’ll use for the next couple of months instead of typing: http://www.nuance.com/dragon/index.htmI received Dragon Naturally Speaking as a gift.  It records what I say aloud and transcribes it to text in a document.  I hear there’s now a free app for iPhone and iPad, and a Windows feature that does the same thing!

The negative is a left hand out of commission for a while, but the positive is, I wrapped the leash around my hand a few times because my rescue dog, who had absolutely no previous training when we adopted her from our ailing senior, was walking so well at heel on the new short lead that I didn’t want her to get tangled in the extra length hanging down. Good girl.
I think I’ll go back to my old favorite, the pink Flexi. (No, that’s not a supportive undergarment.)  This retractable leash is for some reason frowned upon by the tall trainer who, I presume, doesn’t have the same trouble with a “short” leash’s dragging on the ground as someone who’s just five foot six.


Here it is: The flexi-leash


My dog was a really good girl waiting in the car while I was in the emergency room. 😀 


Losing Words and writing contests

Here’s one thing I love about the journal Poets&Writers. I recently received an email from them titled…
“28 New Writing Contest Deadlines.”


Now that’s motivation!      


I just received news that my poem, Losing Words, will not fit on the page of Life In Me Like Grass On Fire: Love Poems.  I had to work on the line breaks so that the structure would still make sense – it’s an important part of the poetry.  Once the agreed-upon amount of time has passed after publication, I may resubmit or post the poem.  So, sometime after October, look for it here in its original form!  The bad news: I have to change it.  The good new: It’s being published! It was selected for publication through a writing contest. 😀


Addendum: Here is is, fit to the page!

Losing Words

I am a man, a father, and husband who loves his wife, his children, rare tortoises, boats and dogs
I am not afraid of anything, really, for I am a giant—the tallest and strongest of my peers
I am intelligent, run my own business, feel safe in my home and my life
Loved and cared for by my wife
And admired by my children;
Enjoying and enjoyed by
Friends.

I am a man, a father, and husband who loves his wife, children, rare tortoises, boat and dogs
Not afraid, for I am tallest and strongest
Run my business, safe in my home
Cared for by my wife and
Admired by my
Children.

I am a man, a husband who loves his wife, tortoises, dogs
Afraid for my business, safe in my home
Cared for by my wife and
Admire my
Children.

I am a man who loves tortoises, dog
Afraid in my home
Cared for by my
Children.

I am afraid and
Cared for by
Children.

I am afraid
Cared for.

I am.

~published in:   Life In Me Like Grass On Fire: Love Stories. Ed. Laura Shovan.  Baltimore: Maryland Writers’ Association Books, 2011.  138. Print.

Melinda Bennington, BSW, M.Ed., has worked in long term care, taught in three states, and was an award-winning teacher in Maryland.  She’s lived in eighteen towns and cities across the country, collecting images and experiences for her writing.  After raising an assortment of animals she’s down to one good dog, one great husband, and three fabulously fun kids.  She currently writes at home in Maryland and California, and on her sailboat on Chesapeake Bay.

Losing Words is a poem from Melinda’s collection, Growing Down, which explores the joys and challenges of aging.  Written from multiple points of view, the collection is inspired by personal and universal experiences, and includes not only poetry, but stories, resources, and hints for surviving the process.     

Resolutions

Happy New Year!  


After bouncing between coasts, I have landed in the middle with friends.


At eight thousand feet, in Evergreen, Colorado, the New Year was ushered in at six degrees Fahrenheit.  That’s the temperature that makes snow squeak under your boots and your nostrils constrict in self defense. The air is crisp and clean, and millions of stars light up the snow, sans moon, at this altitude. 


The sad parts of missing friends are tempered by the blissful joy of being reunited again at a New Year’s Eve party, the night after a beautiful wedding at Denver’s Brown Palace. Conversations pick up right where they last left off; friendship knows no time zones.


This morning has warmed to a sunny seventeen degrees on Evergreen’s Bears Inn front steps. There’s fresh snow, it’s beautiful, people are out walking in this crisp air, and it’s a New Year.


My resolution: keep writing!  The book I’m reading now, Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance: An Inquiry Into Values, by Robert Pirsig, was rejected 121 times before being published.


It has since sold more than five million copies. 😀

Visiting Humboldt County, California

I’m in the cool temperate rainforest of northern California, home to Avenue of the Giants – a breathtakingly beautiful primeval forest of giant redwoods.  Sounds are different here.  Some carry farther through the synapses of moisture in the air, but others are muffled by the weight of droplets hanging heavy on ferns, moistened bark, towering trees.  


Some people complain about the rain, but this place is rich with life and history recorded not in pen and paper, but in tree rings and fossils of Scotia Bluff.  There aren’t enough words for the varieties of fog.  From this one spot I can see ocean fog that advanced over the coast, then ebbed as the day warmed; sinuous fog that sweeps like a bridal veil along the curving river; low-lying clouds wrapped around hilltops; and little fog ghosts hovering between trees and over a deep gully.  Who knows why they appear where they do?  


Here it smells like hands in soil; like Christmas coming. How lucky I feel to experience life on mirror coasts.


On a forest note, here’s an educational site called silva rhetoricae: The Forest of Rhetoric, by Gideon Burton at BYU:  http://rhetoric.byu.edu/, for you practitioners of rhetoric. 🙂


Word for the day: petrifaction ~ the process of fossilization.  

Building blocks

I just visited an older family member who, over the past few years, we’ve gone from supporting as he needed help at his home, then in our home, then, finally, just in the past few weeks, in the dementia unit of a nursing home outside of Washington, D.C. 


I was so worried that he’d feel frightened, and just returned from yet another visit.  (So now you can guess the inspiration on that poem from the last post?)

His changing brain reminds me of a set of building blocks built into a complex structure. But, slowly, some of the blocks are stolen, so he has to rearrange the remaining blocks in ways that make sense.  

Today I asked how he’s feeling.  He told me this is the nicest hotel he’s ever stayed in ~ the chef is fabulous, and what service!  

We are all authors.  And while this man’s new story isn’t quite true, it also is.


Building Blocks

Building blocks
I just visited an older family member who, over the past few years, we’ve gone from supporting as he needed help at his home, then in our home, then, finally, just in the past few weeks, in the dementia unit of a nursing home outside of Washington, D.C.

I was so worried that he’d feel frightened, and I just returned from yet another visit. (So now you can guess the inspiration on that poem from the last post?)

His changing brain reminds me of a set of building blocks built into a complex structure. But, slowly, some of the blocks are stolen, so he has to rearrange the remaining blocks in ways that make sense.

Today I asked how he’s feeling. He told me this is the nicest hotel he’s ever stayed in ~ the chef is fabulous, and what service!

We are all authors. And while this man’s new story isn’t quite true, it also is.

One Little Poem

One little poem…

I just heard that one of my poems is being published! It’s in an anthology of poetry with other writers from the Maryland region.
My poem was inspired by the moment I redefined a good night as: one on which the police didn’t call to say they’d picked up our senior.
No, not high school senior…
The poem is called Losing Words, written in twenty-eight diminishing lines from the first person point of view of an aging man. It’s from my collection, Growing Down. You can find it in Life In Me Like Grass On Fire: Love Poems*, an MWA book edited by Laura Shovan.

My advice on helping an elderly family member through the aging process is: keep your sense of humor.
If you’re going to hunt for a lost pair of reading glasses twelve times in one afternoon either way, make it fun! Use your imagination. A little competition with prizes is okay! It’s part of life. You may as well laugh about it. Be kind to everyone involved, including yourself. Remember how you’d want to be treated, because one day that may be you. And your kids are watching. 🙂
Life in Me Like Grass On Fire: Love Poems, available at Amazon.com

One little poem…

I just heard that one of my poems is being published!  It’s in an anthology of poetry with other writers from the Maryland region.


My poem was inspired by the moment I redefined a good night as: one on which the police didn’t call to say they’d picked up our senior.  


No, not high school senior…


The poem is called Losing Words, written in twenty-eight diminishing lines from the first person point of view of an aging man.  It’s from my collection, Growing Down. You can find it in Life In Me Like Grass On Fire: Love Poems*an MWA book edited by Laura Shovan.
                              
My advice on helping an elderly family member through the aging process is: keep your sense of humor.  


If you’re going to hunt for a lost pair of reading glasses twelve times in one afternoon either way, make it fun!  Use your imagination.  A little competition with prizes is okay!  It’s part of life. You may as well laugh about it.  Be kind to everyone involved, including yourself. Remember how you’d want to be treated, because one day that may be you.  And your kids are watching. 🙂


Life in Me Like Grass On Fire: Love Poems, available at Amazon.com

The Sculpture Garden

DC’s National Gallery of Art: Sculpture Garden

When you visit Washington, DC, the Smithsonian Museums are a must-see. Inside these museums you can visit priceless and breathtaking works of art, history, and nature. I love to visit the National Gallery of Art. But an oft-overlooked little gem is the National Gallery’s outdoor Sculpture Garden.

image

Children and adults alike are fascinated by the optical illusion of George Lichtenstein’s House I. The gardens combine art and horticulture to create a magical environment. Do you notice the lack of leaves on this tree in the foreground? It’s a sculpture ~ Roxie Paine’s Graft, made entirely of stainless steel. And if you enjoy music, don’t miss the free jazz concerts here on Friday nights starting at the end of May.
~ Melinda Bennington