By David Jolley
“When I use a word,” Humpty Dumpty said, in rather a scornful tone, “it means just what I choose it to mean—neither more nor less.” “The question is,” said Alice, “whether you can make words mean so many different things.” “The question is,” said Humpty Dumpty, “which is to be master—that’s all.” (Lewis Carroll 1865)
We have seen a second attempt to impeach Donald Trump, recent President of the United States of America, fail – not because he was innocent, but because he was deemed unimpeachable by system which depends on votes from people with vested interests. Trump’s acquittal marks a dark day for US democracy | Donald Trump | The Guardian
During the week we have British law calling the Minister of Health to task for his misuse of his powers in the crisis to combat Covid-19. Matt Hancock acted unlawfully by failing to publish Covid contracts | Matt Hancock | The Guardian
People are searching for ways to combat loneliness, depression and boredom during the lockdown. Our local park is alive with people of all ages, many of them accompanied by newly acquired puppy dogs. There is a real sense of people celebrating the simple and meaningful interaction with each other (within the rules and discipline) and other lively beings. People are enjoying their pets. They are also enjoying the plants, trees, birds and other animals, which are stirring as the temperature rises a little and the days give us more light hours. So, I am not too comfortable with the enthusiasm for research, which is creating and marketing mechanical dogs to substitute for the warmth of the fleshy, hairy warmth of the real thing. Mindfulness, laughter and robot dogs may relieve lockdown loneliness – study | Health & wellbeing | The Guardian
This week I have been privileged and moved to be involve with a zoom session, which brought together people using arts to free up communication with and by people with dementia and their carers. Charlotte Evans of Story Chaplain Story Chaplain – everyday creativity and dementia inclusion
asked us ‘What are our words of comfort?’
Answers included: ‘Into your hands …’
‘Snug and warm’
HOME (with the local accent),
‘He will cover you with his wings ..’ (Psalm 91 (4)
Where do these words come from?
Where do we keep them?
Who do you share them with?
They are not complicated. They are not ‘precious’ in the sense of being secret and to be hidden away. They are real and they are openly honest – pathways to our inner selves. The core of self, which defines us and is not damaged even by dementia.