May be golden, but in the case of blogging, may also be a sign of life over-drive. Too busy to reflect. Too busy to breathe deeply.

This weekend at the ripe old age of 52, I heard a sound that tickled me from toe to soul. While on girl’s weekend with my beautiful daughters I heard the sound of beach rocks rolling in the surf. If you’ve never heard it, you don’t realize the magic. If you have, you might call it a “rock concert.” My commitment to reminiscence and the importance of using all the senses is re-energized. We shared magic in the sound.

I smelled Spring scents and heard Spring sounds I had forgotten after six years in the south. The riot of Spring is a small whisper in the south. But in Martha’s Vineyard I inhaled the magic scents of lilac, lily of the valley, and even some early honeysuckle. I woke to the raucous mating calls of birds who had weathered a tough winter or returned from distant warm climates to find a mate and a nesting spot. Take about a seasonal crescendo!

We shared the wild turkey moments as he strutted the backyard and the chicken moments with a flock of hens with young peeps and a vigilant rooster. Most of all we reveled in our solidarity as family, as women, as survivors who had taken the time to re-connect and entwine arms for the next part of our journey. It was a grand weekend to be savored and turned over and over as the rocks at the foot of the Red Cliffs– faintly resembling an appreciative audience clapping. Bravo.

Author: Cate
Passionate about dementia care and quality of life throughout the last days of life----sums up Cate McCarty, Dr. Cate, Dementia Coach. With close to forty years of long-term care experience in nursing and recreation, a Master's in Thanatology and a PhD in Aging Studies, Dr. Cate seizes every opportunity to translate research into quality of life for individuals with dementia and all of us who have the honor to "rub elbows" with them.

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