Showing posts with label IU Health Ball Memorial Hospital. Show all posts
Showing posts with label IU Health Ball Memorial Hospital. Show all posts

Thursday, March 27, 2014

Haiku My Heart: Pottery

Conceivably we
know not the material
of Christ’s cup, perhaps…?
The pottery shown here
is displayed in a hallway
of IU Health Ball Memorial Hospital.



shared with
Rebecca's 
magnificent
Haiku My Heart

shared with
James' wonderful
Weekend Reflections #235

Friday, October 11, 2013

W is for Waiting

mommy, all ready
for the birth of her daughter
move things along, dear!

Daddy and big sister also waiting

is there room for me?
"I've missed you, Mommy!"


tick, tick, tick
waiting for our girl
hurry up!

Doctor reserved room for Wednesday
evening to begin the process.
Literally, Granddaughter was told
"no room at the inn." (labor area)
All day Thursday, same thing.
Ball Memorial Hospital
labor and delivery section
has been very busy
welcoming new arrivals.
Finally, Granddaughter was told
to come in at 8:30 last night.  
Inducing labor
started at 8 a.m. today.
Our little punkin shown above
took only 5 or 6 hours from
beginning to birth.
So...now we wait...
anticipating our little girl!

Tuesday, March 12, 2013

Palettes of Diversity at IU Health Ball Memorial Hospital

A few weeks ago I visited a friend who 
had knee surgery at our local hospital.
As I was walking through the 
reception area, ready to go to my car,
I glanced at the wall. I paused, 
feeding my spirit with the images 
I will share with you.  
The titles of each art piece gave
me a different slant
on our human tendency 
to categorize and put
people and conditions
into labeled, neat boxes.








Whatever disability one may have,
it is more helpful to consider
what is one's ability.


Fam'ly roots,
firmly connected
in Indiana.


Mental illness, a category
filled with fear and misunderstanding.
Apprehensive as I list Prozac as one
of my medications
on the employment
questionnaire.
News about one more person
brought vividly to our attention
that this someone had been taking Prozac
when he ...
Worried about who is allowed
to read this.  Will this cause me
not to be hired?
All these words played the worst scenarios
in my angst-ridden mind.
Yet, as I sat in the interview with Sister principal
and the sister whose slot I would fill,
a spirit of calmness came over me.
I drove home is a serene state.
Perhaps I had finally recalled my prayer to God.
"Please, God, I need a job.
I leave it up to you where I will teach."
He placed me where I was meant
to be, St. Mary School.

poverty, all black and white?
in Bible Study, we learn that the
person rich with material wealth
can be
 poverty-stricken,
lacking
in spiritual
well-being.