Telling the Truth

connecting the dots of my life

Tag: Water

cascading waves

cascading waves break
in calm rhythmic procession—
fiddler crabs scurry

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I loved trips to the beach on Tybee Island Read the rest of this entry »

baptismal waters

baptismal waters
rise gently enfolding her
world-weary body

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I’m standing in a windowless, high-ceiling concrete room
with a concrete floor, drainage holes and air vents.
A deep whirlpool tub stands in the middle
filled with warm steamy water.
The room faintly resembles a large sauna minus the wood.
Functional, not beautiful.

Mother is in hospice care after suffering a stroke weeks ago
and then developing pneumonia in the hospital.
Her ability to communicate with words is almost nonexistent.
Today she’s going to be given a bath.
I’m told she loves this, and that
Sister #4 and I are welcome to witness the event.

For the past hour caregivers have been preparing her–
removing her bedclothes, easing her onto huge soft towels,
rolling and shifting her inch by inch onto a padded bath trolley,
doing all they can to minimize pain and honor her body.
Finally, they slowly roll the trolley down the hall.

The hospice sauna room echoes with the sound of
feet, soft voices, and running water.
It takes a team to carry out this comforting
though strange and even unnerving ritual.
Mother is safely secured to the padded bath table and
then lowered slowly into the water.
Her eyes are wide open.

For a few moments she fixes her eyes on mine.
The table  descends bit by bit.
How does she feel?
What is she thinking?
At  first her eyes seem anxious.
Is she afraid?
The warm waters rise around her and the table stops descending.
Her face relaxes and she closes her eyes.

The team works gently, thoroughly, not in haste.
They focus on her, talk to her and handle her body with reverence.
My eyes brim with tears.
This woman who bathed me, my three sisters
and most of her grandbabies is being given a bath
by what appears to be a team of angels in celestial garments.

They finish their work and roll Mother back to her room.
Her bed has clean sheets.
Fresh bedclothes have been laid out.
Caregivers anoint her body with oil and lotion, turn her gently,
and comment on how clear and beautiful her skin is.
They finish clothing her, adjust the pillows to cradle her body,
pull up light covers and leave her to fall asleep.

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Last Sunday I witnessed the immersion baptism of seven young people at my home church.  I couldn’t help recalling this tender, even sacramental immersion just days before Mother’s death, and decided to share it with you.

Haiku written 3 June 2014
© Elouise Renich Fraser, 3 June 2014

sinking daylight

sinking daylight births
spirit mist rising over
dark flowing river

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infinitesimal
droplets Read the rest of this entry »

blue eyes

blue eyes pierce spring sky
join me on the river boat–
making our way home

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Easter Morning 1949, sixty-five years ago today, Diane was born–Sister #3 with brilliant, piercing blue eyes.  On February 13, 2006, Diane died after living with ALS for ten years. Read the rest of this entry »

nest in clover bank

nest in clover bank
sleepy summer afternoon
salty river smell

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I’m 8 or 9 years old—
a budding writer looking for somewhere to write
and something to write about. Read the rest of this entry »

liquid call

liquid call
soars above drenched grass
drink your teeeee….

I’m out on an early morning walk, trying to beat the sweltering heat and humidity
An overnight thunderstorm made things worse, not better
With each breath heavy damp air invades my lungs
I don’t see the towhee but I hear him
and burst out laughing
Thank you brother!
Smooth cool
iced tea
drops


© Elouise Renich Fraser, 18 January 2014

salty tide

salty tide
laps against dock
marsh hen clacks

It’s nineteen-fifty-something Read the rest of this entry »

thick roots

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thick roots tangled knots
barely hanging onto bank
drink deep waters

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© Elouise Renich Fraser, 2 January 2014
Photo credit: DAFraser, October 2012
Hoyt Arboretum, Portland, Oregon

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