Learning to Idle

Many moons ago, before the TD era, I was involved with  teaching adults who had been denied an education because of the apartheid system, how to read.  It was immensely rewarding to meet these strong, determined people and share my love of reading and writing with them.  I might have taught them how to read, but they taught me so much more about life.   The slogan adopted by the forum I belonged to was "You're never too old to learn".  Learners ranged in age from 30- 85, each one inspired me with  their tenacity and determination.

It is never too late to learn, but as I age, I think it may become more difficult.  We may have to unlearn stuff first, or we may have to put aside the many distractions that "adulting" requires.  We may have to unsettle ourselves from a comfort zone, or gain some courage to find self confidence.

TD is hard at work as I write this, studying for her Grade 11 physics exam, paper 1, which she writes tomorrow.  She has tackled this work head on, and should be proud of her resilience and determination.  It has been a difficult academic year for most kids.

I like to think I am still open to learning, even if I haven't tackled big subjects - like learning Swedish or where to find the unmute button on a zoom chat(!).  Diabetes certainly provided (and keeps on giving...) our family with many learning opportunities. Some of it is obvious, like learning the basics of what the pancreas does, why insulin is needed to "unlock" the cell walls to allow glucose to be absorbed from the blood to the cells to give energy... Some of it is more subtle, like learning which are long acting, which are fast acting carbs, and some of it is learning how to read one's own body and how life and emotions affect us physiologically.

Although TD has had diabetes for 6 years now, we need to keep learning and adjusting so that she can live her best life.  I am learning to step back more into the shadows as TD leaps into adulthood. We will always be here for her, but she must have all the tools and confidence at her disposal to nag herself about checking her glucose level, and decide for herself if the extra treat is worth the toll it will take on her body.

 But enough about us.  Here is a new word for you to learn :  Aylyak.  There is a village in Bulgaria called Plovdiv that has adopted an aylvak life style, and has become famous for it. This was brought to my attention by Pam, a gentle house guest who stayed with us for a few days recently, and who shares my love of reading, writing, gardening and creativity.  She forwarded a BBC travel article she had read, and it fascinated me.

The word itself is not easily translated into English : happily idle seems to be the closest definition. We so often put a negative slant on being idle, but here it is venerated as a way to live your best life.  Slow down, don't get flustered, enjoy where you are, listen to the inner and outer worlds you inhabit.  Be happy.  It is, apparently, about finding time to just be, without expectation or judgement.  I so like that.

 

 

TD having a break from physics!

 

International travel is still a bit tricky, so going to Bulgaria might be a challenge.  But learning to live Aylvak style will work anywhere if we let it.  But we may have to unlearn many bad habits.  We may have to lose the cell phone, or at least not be ruled by it. Work may have to fit in into our schedule instead of the other way round.  We may have to accept who we are, warts, worry, diabetes and all.  We may have to relearn to listen to our thoughts more carefully, we may have to accept that sometimes doing nothing is a healthy activity in itself. 

Are you keen to journey with me to a virtual  Plovdiv? It's never too late to learn.....

Here is the link to the BBC article:  http://www.bbc.com/travel/story/20201104-europes-city-of-dawdlers-and-loafers

The art of masking

We are all learning new skills from this Corona virus.  South Africa has just shifted from level 5 to level 4 lock down, and it is now mandatory to wear a face mask .  So, our challenge is to make suitable, comfortable, effective masks, and to learn the art of wearing them.

The making was not too difficult.  There are plenty of instructions on YouTube, and being the hoarder that I am, I just happened to have quilting cotton, the lining filter material, and a softer cotton for comfort on the skin side.  And some elastic. (Should the virus require us to make anything out of old buttons, different length zips, beads, bits of coloured glass, scraps of ribbon and wool or anything else of that genre, I will be ready too....I really MUST do a clean out sometime soon.)

The wearing of them is where the real skill lies. President Ramaphosa shared the first challenge with the nation (and the world) when he struggled to put his mask on during a live TV screening.

He was gently teased, and, showing off true leadership skills, managed to get the country laughing together with him. The top down approach works best for me.  I put the elastic around my ears, and place the mask over my eyes, and wiggle it down to cover my nose and mouth.  I quite enjoy wearing my mask.  It makes communicating with ones eyes all the more important, or not communicating at all quite acceptable.  It is also a bit like playing the broken telephone game, where words get distorted through the layers, and you have to guess what is being said, or you can pretend to hear whatever you want to hear.  It also, I find, helps me concentrate on mindful breathing.  The in and out are more audible to the self, and I can feel the air going in and out, in and out, slow-it-down- in and lonnng out.

 It is not all a bed of roses though.  Sometimes we need to be heard properly, say, for example when I was collecting TDs meds from the pharmacy. ( I have taken to writing it all down, and shoving the piece of paper on the counter.)  Or sometimes we need to sneeze, and then there is a mask-full of trouble.  The nose drip is a challenge too, as is the unscratchable itch. I am sure as we get more used to wearing these masks we will conquer these challenges.

The challenges I  am struggling with at the moment that can't be adjusted with elastic or practise, are things like the schooling situation.  There have been so many iterations of when the schools will be opened, that nobody knows what is happening.  It is time, maybe, to separate schooling from education.  I am doubting TD will be able to go back to the classroom any time soon.... Diabetes T1 is high risk, as elevated Hblc levels (long term glucose control) seem to play a part in hindering recovery from COVID 19.  Anything above 6.5 is considered risky.  TD's latest level is considerably higher.  But that doesn't mean her education must be compromised.  I think I read somewhere that education is all the bits of the school curricula that you remember 10 years later - the important stuff.  We will have to concentrate on that.  The fact that she is missing the fun aspects of school is very sad indeed, but we choose life.  Giving up concerts and dances and outings is a small price to pay.

Our first masked walk!

As we greet each other through masks, please look deeply into other people's eyes.  People are difficult to read if we can't see smiles or frowns or worried looks, and some people find it hard to ask for help.  And not all masks are made from cloth either - people are often good at hiding what is bothering them.  If you can, support each other, especially those with sad eyes.  And to those with shiny eyes, hiding the tears - risk taking off your mask for a moment and let others know what would help. We are all learning new skills from this Corona virus.

Footsteps

A sandy beach is the perfect place for gentle footsteps.  For a change of pace, I decided to take TD and her friend off to a beach.  We had to collect some pottery we had painted a few weeks before, so it seemed liked an excellent opportunity to go for a stroll on Hout Bay beach.  The girls raced to the water's edge, revelled in dipping their toes in the water, managed to persuade me to join them in a long jump game, and made "snow balls" from wet sand.  I went with no agenda, but found myself relaxing into my own pace and just enjoying my surroundings.  My Mom always liked a walk on the beach "to blow away the cobwebs."  I understand what she meant - the sound of the waves, the breeze, the feel of the sand and the wide open spaces are excellent antidotes for a busy mind.

When TD and her friend decided to climb some sand dunes, I opted out, and left them to it.  I sat and watched them from a distance, next to the nearby lagoon.  There was a flock of seagulls on the other side of the water.  Near them was a mass of something I couldn't quite make out....until I saw some movement.  The mass was a huddle of chicks, being watched over by the gulls nearby. Every now and then, one of the chicks would tentatively walk to the water's edge.  A few tried out their wings on short flights, and a couple tried to catch a fish. (one managed, but the fish was large and the bird dropped it!)

I was fascinated.  I spent a long time watching and wondering if the birds felt exhilaration at learning new skills (or feel anything at all).  I wondered if they used logic to figure out that flying into the wind is difficult, and the best course of action is to stop trying and glide with the air current (or is it built in instinct...) .I  enjoyed letting my mind float aimlessly.  It felt like a freedom to sit and watch properly for a while and not rush off. The whole scenario just seemed poetic to me.

I was, of course, keeping an eye on the girls too.  They were rolling down the dunes, burying their legs in sand, chatting and laughing.  Like the senior gulls, I was close enough to make sure of their safety, and far enough away to let them do their own thing.

Knowing how far away to sit as a parent is a bit of a skill.  Sometimes we need to hover closely and other times we need to let our children fly alone, even against the wind.  TD is tentatively dipping her toes into new waters, by trying out a CGM. (Continuous Glucose Monitor).  She has always been reluctant to use wearable technology, so last Saturday's appointment with the endocrinologist is a flight of freedom for her.  But as it is early days, I will write about that another time.

In the meantime, it is that time of year when we seem to endlessly plod through the shopping malls  and other (symbolically) hard paths.  Be gentle on yourself, and if you can, find a beach to enjoy soft footsteps and sand between your toes.

Mindfulness

TD's mid year exams are over!  As with any stressful period, the adrenalin was free flowing and the glucose numbers soared.  And if the exams were stressful, getting the results back  seemed to cause even greater anxiety.  I am inclined to take the long view about examinations - results are only useful in a context.  And that context is both the collective average of all participants and individual circumstances of each person.  TD was delighted with some results, and disappointed with others.  So, a good mix - some encouragement and some challenges. Considering that the symptoms of hyperglycemia are tiredness, poor concentration and blurred vision, and considering TD spent the entire exam period with elevated glucose levels, I think she did fine.  All the studying in the world is rendered less effective if you cannot concentrate. She worked hard, and I am proud of her.

There are a couple of weeks left before the end of term.  Classes have resumed as usual, with a few extras thrown in.  Today the grade 9s were spoken to by a survivor of the Holocaust and tomorrow the class will take the train into town to see the Holocaust museum.  It is a subject that has absorbed TD's attention and interest; so much so, that she forgot to inject her insulin for lunch.  She remembered to test, but - and she does not do this very often - she simply ate without injecting.  I am not sure if it was because her mind was waging war against the horrors of prejudice, or if she is so used to having diabetes that she just went with the flow of eating forgetting the crucial insulin, or if she has too much on the go.  It doesn't really matter - she just forgot.  Her number shot up so high that she had to sit out of sport after school.  And she is still running high.

Mindfulness - being present in the moment- is a necessary skill for anyone with diabetes.  There is a lot of self care that needs to happen.  TD needs to always be aware of what her body is telling her .  When she is low she has what she calls her "stomach feeling."  When she is low, she shakes.  Going high is more difficult for her to be mindful of, and so she has to practice the art of remembering.  She has to be extra mindful of what she eats and the effects of sport and extreme emotions.  Our pancreases do the job of balancing our sugars and insulin.  TD's pancreas no longer does that for her, and so she  needs her  thoughts and memory to compensate.  She is an excellent student of the Self.

Mindfulness is a necessary skill for all of us, and I think it is a life long project.  It is so easy to slip into yesterday's regrets or tomorrow's worries that often we miss the satisfaction of the present. (I love that the word is made up of two Latin words - "Satis" meaning "Enough" and "facere" meaning "to make.") And Enough is all anyone needs.

We are looking forward to the mid year school holidays - we anticipate huge adventures, a lot of laughter and many memory-making moments.  But more about that later....

In the meantime, I wish you all a Satisfactory Now!

Mindfulness on our favourite beach