A note on my three blogs


A note on my blogs

(1) vio; in love with india - this one is the main blog about my Indian adventures, which started in 2005. I don't write much on this blog these days because I prefer to write privately in the confidential blog. But check out the categories and the index to figure out your way. I have kept some older posts not about India but which I still find interesting or relevant in Old words. Also check out my new, fun category Only in India in which I post photos of funny, unique, Indian situations...

(2) vio; sounds of india - this is my blog of sounds, because India wouldn't be as incredible if it was not so vibrant and just so full of incredible sounds!

(3) vio; confidential - this an extension of my main blog in which I post entries I do not want to reveal to the entire webspace for privacy or sensitivity reasons. You must receive an invitation from me and then accept the invitation to be able to read it. You may email me if you are interested in receiving an invitation.

Enjoy!

Tuesday, 13 June 2006

When work is love

Yesterday and today I was covering some shifts for another team and so had to work with people I didn't know. It was all last minute and I hadn't been told enough information about the clients so of course it's difficult when you don't know people and go blind like that, but there's something so exciting and challenging about meeting new people... And I have worked with tons of people I didn't know before at my previous work for the crappy agency, so it didn't really scare me...

Most of our clients have mental difficulties but no physical disabilities. Today and yesterday, though, I worked with an old-ish man who has no mental difficulties whatsoever but who has ataxia and is completely crippled. It is a gradual illness so he started normal in his life and must carry a lot of grief... His condition also affects his speech and so he is extremely difficult to understand, which can cause a lot of frustration and forces you to be extremely attentive and patient and understanding with him. Obviously, chatting is impossible... Apparently he scares lots of staff because many are not really trained for that kind of work, but I have done it before and I love it...

There is something I dearly love in sharing other people's pain, not in a creepy or sadistic sort of way of course, but something very deep... Sharing the pain as an understanding that I'm so lucky to be healthy so that's the least I can do for them, a way of going against selfishness, like a generous offering of my healthy limbs... An immense opportunity to give freely and unconditionally and completely, an opportunity to practise active acceptance and surrender, and of course an opportunity to offer respect, understanding and just unconditional love to another person.

With physically disabled people, once you have managed to stop judging (i.e. not comparing with your own condition or with their past), once you go beyond the judging and look only at the present and their uniqueness, there's this quietness, this slowness, that akes it all a meditation (e.g. when you feed the person)... You become so present, so attentive and mindful and aware, paying attention to every detail as to how they feel... Yeah, and everything you share is also really simple and unsophisticated, and peaceful... And a reminder that we are all human and all one, and so by offering help and love to this other person you are also offering yourself help and love.

I am clearly needing my bed tonight, but I feel so peaceful and full of unconditional love that I feel it's physically there, sitting in my tummy...