Many of my Hospice clients are experiencing staff shortages due to Covid19. Older nurses are retiring and some staff are leaving healthcare completely. Hiring new managers and staff without hospice experience or moving existing staff into new leadership positions is normal at the time of crisis.
Finding new ways to regularly support new managers/leaders into being great hospice leaders takes time and focused intention. Now more than every newer manager and seasoned ones too can benefit from my yearlong Hospice Master Class Membership training. A new class starts in January 2021 with live virtual training each month along with worksheets and special bonuses.
Here is some feedback from this year’s class:
Be the Light
December is a month of beauty and celebration and reflection and exhaustion. People in the working world are rushing to finish year-end projects, budgets, and goals. Analyzing what went right and what went wrong during the past 12 months while focusing on what to expect in the coming year. Between the major holidays and cultural expectations, we pack an unrealistic amount of “To Do’s” into this 1 month. December has a lot of pressure on its shoulders!
This year December has a frightening new challenge. In addition to all the usual December pressures and delights, now we must consider what to do about gifting and gathering during the most alarming time in modern US history: Covid19.
This year why don’t we take advantage of the stay at home recommendations, put on the holiday music, don our best sweat pants and holiday sweaters, light a candle or 8, make cookies and eat them ourselves, write love notes to everyone we know and give...
It’s November and Thanksgiving is but a blink away. This is my favorite holiday because it’s focused on generosity, gathering with people we love, and eating food from recipes handed down by generations. "We Gather Together" the Christian hymn of Dutch origin is my go-to Thanksgiving song.
My early memories of Thanksgiving are of the smells coming from my grandmother’s kitchen. Turkey roasting in the oven next to the homemade Icebox rolls, mashed potatoes, and gravy, and the oyster dressing she made just for my dad. And it wouldn’t have been Thanksgiving without my grandpa’s “Best Yet” cranberry salad. My great grandmother Mayme (grandpa’s mother) would always exclaim, “Elmer, that cranberry salad is the best yet!” And hence the name stuck! I have grandpa’s original recipe card in his own handwriting, and now Tori, his great-granddaughter has a copy.
My mom and Tori with the...
THE BEST AND WORST OF TIMES
Here we are, the first week of November 2020, and we have broken two all-time highs:
"It was the best of times; it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair…".
And now, 160 years later, we still facing similar dilemmas. Half of us say it is a season of Light, and half of us say it is a season of Darkness....
Fear and Faith.
This week I have had enough. Enough of Covid19, enough of soul-numbing politics, enough of horrific wildfires, and hurricanes, and enough of isolation from friends and family. Enough already 2020, I’ve had enough of you! The feeling of frustration had seeped into me like the smoke of the wildfires seeps into everything.
Finally, I stopped and faced my fears and took control of my emotions. Instead of watching the news I went back to my morning routine of meditation, walking, inspirational readings, and having faith that the world will continue to spin, and the sun will continue to rise.
I have learned the more I face my fears and keep moving forward, taking action in harmony with my values and integrity, I emerge stronger.
Fear is normal. Fear is helpful. Fear is an emotion that says “Hey! Take notice of this, something’s up!”. Don’t ignore fear…Ask “what are...
The Power of Thank You
Summer of 2020 is behind us, loneliness still abounds, and I continue to miss our friends and family in spite of technology that is meant to keep us connected. Today I was reading a story of volunteers who write letters to people living in nursing homes isolated from their loved ones and to doctors and nurses on the front lines. Their simple acts of kindness made me feel encouraged and hopeful.
That story took me back to the home of my friend and mentor Laura Carmichael. Her desk was always filled with note cards, rolls of stamps and a sharp set of sheers, a City Directory (this is an old-timey book of names and addresses of everyone who lived in the city), a telephone book (another old-timey artifact that had phone numbers and addresses), and her coveted address book. For more than 60 years Mrs. Carmichael would clip pictures of the brides from the Sunday paper (remember those?!) and mail the copy with a congratulatory note to the bride and her...
Over the Rainbow
I have always been a fan of rainbows. My favorite song is Somewhere Over the Rainbow. In the “before times” (pre-pandemic) when Steve and I would go to out and live music was performed, he would always make a secret request and I would be in complete delight to hear the piano player strike up Over the Rainbow.
When I first saw Judy Garland as Dorothy singing it in the iconic movie Wizard of Oz, I wanted to go over the rainbow with her to where skies are blue and the lovely little bluebirds fly. There is such hope in that song and yet we know it originates out of sadness. Dorothy is searching for a better place where all is well, and wishes come true and troubles melt like lemon drops. Wouldn’t we all love for that to happen now?
My sweet mom died 8 years ago today. All of her life she always had a smile, and a laugh even after her stroke that left her completely disabled. Her eyes smiled and her entire face would light up with love when I saw her,...
THIS LITTLE LIGHT OF MINE
Have you ever gone tent camping? Years ago, I took a solo camping trip to prove to myself I was an independent woman who could pitch my own tent and make my own way. The north Georgia state park where I spent my first night was virtually deserted. No other campers were enjoying the cool October evening and my resolve began to waver. What was I doing out here alone in my brothers’ pup tent protected only with the pocket knife my father had given me before I left?
Darkness encircled me like a blanket thrown over my head. Every sound was amplified, and fear began to creep in. Then that magical moment happened when I struck a single match to ignite my merger campfire, and the darkness was at bay. A single match had made the difference between my fear of being alone in the woods and the confidence of seeing beyond my immediate surroundings.
Each of us has the opportunity to be a single flame to keep the darkness at bay. Every great movement started...