#DoThinkShareDAW Daily Challenge, Thursday 18th May - Flying Free Sometimes, especially when we’ve been in the same place for a while, it’s nice to think about where we might like to be, or what we might do if things were different. If you were a bird for the day, where would you go and what would you do? Would you be a friendly robin sat on a gardener's spade, a pesky seagull pinching chips on the sea front at Scarborough or an owl, swooping around the countryside at night time? Do Choose which bird you would be, close your eyes and imagine the journey you’d go on. When you’ve finished either draw a picture of where you’ve been or write a short story about your flying journey. Remember, this isn’t about doing something really good, it’s just about trying it out, so don’t think too much about it. Think What was it like to imagine flying? Did you find it easy to do? Were you surprised by where you went? Share Share a picture of your bird, tell us where you went or share your little short story on dothinkshare.com, Twitter, Facebook or Instagram. t: https://twitter.com/64M_Artists f: https://www.facebook.com/64millionartists/ i: https://www.instagram.com/64millionartists/ Don't forget to hashtag #DoThinkShareDAW, #DAW2017 & #ABookofMe. CAREfidence: Someone who gives us the Strength, Courage and Confidence to get through each and every day. CAREfidence: Someone who gives us the Strength, Courage and Confidence to get through each and every day. It was lovely to spend a few moments thinking about a close friend and how they support me. I felt wistful, lucky and calm when I think about them. I hope everyone has someone like that for them. Eyra. This is a piece of artwork completed by an older participant at a recent workshop. I've really struggled to think of a new word today, so this image represents the word 'community' and whatever that means for you. She said they are beautiful people /she said who are they /she said they are night nurses / she said how do they help/ she said they are always by your side/ she said reassurance is everything / she said at 99she knew a thing or two /she said yes memory is precious when you can remember / I loved doing this.. thinking about the people that help me and how they do it.. I might do some more later! Working together, we feel this is really important. We encourage each other to be more open and honest about our emotions so we can work in a supported, inspiring and motivated environment where we have agency and thrive doing what we love. Let it all out:one of the best advice I ever received - to be shared wholeheartedly. My friends keep me going and I hope I can do the same for them. Sharecare. #DoThinkShareDAW Daily Challenge, Wednesday 17th May - Caring Words If we are caring for someone with Dementia, or if we have a diagnosis ourselves, or if we are generally a human being, we will all need a little bit of support. Sometimes it’s difficult to ask for help, but when we do, it often lightens our load and makes life a little easier. Who are the people that offer you support? Friends, Parents, Children, Partners? The word ‘Carer’ is a term used a lot and can mean lots of different things to different people, we’d like you to think a little bit about this. Do Think about someone that cares for you, what are their qualities? What do they do? How do they support you? Make up a new word to describe what this person does and write the dictionary definition for them. Are they a ShoulderFriend or a KeeperUpper or a RockInAStormyOcean? Think How did it feel to reflect on what that person does for you? Did it make you feel grateful? Was there anything about the relationship you would change? Share Share your dictionary definition with us. Or if you’d rather, just share how doing the challenge made you feel. You can share on our website dothinkshare.com or on Twitter, Facebook or Instagram using the hashtag #DoThinkShareDAW t: https://twitter.com/64M_Artists f: https://www.facebook.com/64millionartists/ i: https://www.instagram.com/64millionartists/ Don't forget to hashtag #ABookofMe on Twitter & Facebook. #DAW17 #DoThinkShareDAW Daily Challenge, Wednesday 17th May - Caring Words If we are caring for someone with Dementia, or if we have a diagnosis ourselves, or if we are generally a human being, we will all need a little bit of support. Sometimes it’s difficult to ask for help, but when we do, it often lightens our load and makes life a little easier. Who are the people that offer you support? Friends, Parents, Children, Partners? The word ‘Carer’ is a term used a lot and can mean lots of different things to different people, we’d like you to think a little bit about this. Do Think about someone that cares for you, what are their qualities? What do they do? How do they support you? Make up a new word to describe what this person does and write the dictionary definition for them. Are they a ShoulderFriend or a KeeperUpper or a RockInAStormyOcean? Think How did it feel to reflect on what that person does for you? Did it make you feel grateful? Was there anything about the relationship you would change? Share Share your dictionary definition with us. Or if you’d rather, just share how doing the challenge made you feel. You can share on our website dothinkshare.com or on Twitter, Facebook or Instagram using the hashtag #DoThinkShareDAW t: https://twitter.com/64M_Artists f: https://www.facebook.com/64millionartists/ i: https://www.instagram.com/64millionartists/ Don't forget to hashtag #ABookofMe on Twitter & Facebook. #DAW17 “If self is a location, so is love: Bearings taken, markings, cardinal points, Options, obstinacies, dug heels, and distance, Here and there and now and then, a stance.” Seamus Heaney, District and Circle “If self is a location, so is love: Bearings taken, markings, cardinal points, Options, obstinacies, dug heels, and distance, Here and there and now and then, a stance.” Seamus Heaney, District and Circle Whoops, I put the wrong photo on first time, that one showed what the burning money looked like when the ITV crew tried to ignite it (Obviously not Boy Scouts) THIS picture shows what they filmed when I had ignited the money. I'm an activities coordinator at Camelot house and lodge care home in Wellington, Somerset. I've been dressing up using the colours yellow and red. Our residents have helped make lemonade which we have been selling and also a cake stall. I have been giving out leaflets spreading the awareness to guests to our home and asking for donations. We have a cinema event which our residents are attending which was organised by the DAA and a visit from the local school. I'm an activities coordinator at Camelot house and lodge care home in Wellington, Somerset. I've been dressing up using the colours yellow and red. Our residents have helped make lemonade which we have been selling and also a cake stall. I have been giving out leaflets spreading the awareness to guests to our home and asking for donations. We have a cinema event which our residents are attending which was organised by the DAA and a visit from the local school. A very happy day for our family, the first of our four children to get married.. A wonderful very special day. The sadness was that my mum wasn't there, she had waited for so many years hoping for a family wedding and she was too ill to attend. We had even been out shopping to get mum a new suit and she had been happy that it was smart - dressing appropriately was important to mum. We look at the pictures with her, eat fruit cake she smiles but it doesn't seem to trigger any of her wedding memories. Remember ME At first I thought I would write about the time I was invited to a meal in honour of Lady Baden Powell in Dar-es-Salam when I was doing a two year stint as a teacher for Voluntary Service Overseas in Tanzania, but then my husband mentioned something about the long campaign he was involved in to restore the pensions of 500 workers lost when the BUSM company went bust and the workers faced financial disaster. I immediately thought of the afternoon when an ITV company visited our home and burned £20 notes in our garden for a documentary about lost pensions called “Money to Burn”, so we decided to make this a joint effort. I am so proud of the part my husband played in getting these pensions restored, he was interviewed by local and national newspapers and appeared on the politics today programme as well as in the documentary But to return to the money to burn; as well as the interview with my husband, the film crew wanted to film the opening shots over which the titles and credits would roll, showing the burning money. Fear not, it was not real money. They had painstakingly got permission to print pictures of £20 notes, on one side only, on ordinary paper. They looked very realistic. All we needed was the money and a match or other sure-fire way of igniting it at the start of the interview. Umm no – Murphy’s law takes priority! There was all the money, there was the camera man but money refused to burn! Now my Girl Guide experience came into play and my Tanzanian Guides would have been proud of me as I made a pyramid of notes in my commandeered grill pan and got a good fire going with only one match. I still have the charred ashes and burnt pan as a souvenir. Remember ME At first I thought I would write about the time I was invited to a meal in honour of Lady Baden Powell in Dar-es-Salam when I was doing a two year stint as a teacher for Voluntary Service Overseas in Tanzania, but then my husband mentioned something about the long campaign he was involved in to restore the pensions of 500 workers lost when the BUSM company went bust and the workers faced financial disaster. I immediately thought of the afternoon when an ITV company visited our home and burned £20 notes in our garden for a documentary about lost pensions called “Money to Burn”, so we decided to make this a joint effort. I am so proud of the part my husband played in getting these pensions restored, he was interviewed by local and national newspapers and appeared on the politics today programme as well as in the documentary But to return to the money to burn; as well as the interview with my husband, the film crew wanted to film the opening shots over which the titles and credits would roll, showing the burning money. Fear not, it was not real money. They had painstakingly got permission to print pictures of £20 notes, on one side only, on ordinary paper. They looked very realistic. All we needed was the money and a match or other sure-fire way of igniting it at the start of the interview. Umm no – Murphy’s law takes priority! There was all the money, there was the camera man but money refused to burn! Now my Girl Guide experience came into play and my Tanzanian Guides would have been proud of me as I made a pyramid of notes in my commandeered grill pan and got a good fire going with only one match. I still have the charred ashes and burnt pan as a souvenir. When I was young I used to play tennis in our local park. I vividly remember one early autumn evening when the sun was playing on the leaves of the trees. I was totally amazed by the àrray of colours and promised myself that I would remember the glorious scene for ever.....and I have! I must have had company but it was a solitary moment. I found this really hard to do! Couldn't choose and it really made me think about what my 'achievements' are and what I want people to remember about me. So I just chose this, me leading the fun and the play. I'm pretty proud of myself for that I think and it's something I still try to do through my work.. This is a picture of me, my brother and grandma on my 21st Birthday. It was so lovely to get everyone together and celebrate. I wanted to share a recent picture of my grandma because although lots of things have changed since she was diagnosed with dementia, she is still always ready to have a dance and sing along. With that in mind, the quote for this picture can be "My always rockin' gran!" #DoThinkShareDAW Daily Challenge, Tuesday 16th May Do My item is a flyer from an Edinburgh Fringe Festival show I helped organize back in 2005 Think This was a total game changer for me. We supported ten adults with learning disabilities through a seven night show at Venue 45 in Edinburgh and they stormed it. On day one everyone hid behind me on Princes Street while I gave flyers out - a few days in and everyone's confidence had grown tenfold and we were attracting a full house every night. Some of the performers went on to develop dementia and I remember one chap in particular who would always do the signing for dancing when he saw me. The memory of where we'd been and what we'd done together was that strong. #DoThinkShareDAW Daily Challenge, Tuesday 16th May Do My item is a flyer from an Edinburgh Fringe Festival show I helped organize back in 2005 Think This was a total game changer for me. We supported ten adults with learning disabilities through a seven night show at Venue 45 in Edinburgh and they stormed it. On day one everyone hid behind me on Princes Street while I gave flyers out - a few days in and everyone's confidence had grown tenfold and we were attracting a full house every night. Some of the performers went on to develop dementia and I remember one chap in particular who would always do the signing for dancing when he saw me. The memory of where we'd been and what we'd done together was that strong. Taniwha Thames is one of the first shows I watched after I moved to England and it has stayed with me since. I went to the show with an English friend of mine, Grant, who had just spent some months in South Africa and was trying to make a new start in life. Taniwha Thames asked: what do you call home? The show was splendid and bittersweet for us as we had left one home and were trying to make a new one. This was over six years ago and I am not sure I have found an answer. Or rather I think I call home several places: the 'home' where I grew up and that no longer exists because it was 40 years ago. The 'home' I made in my 20s with all the first times. The 'home' I've been making since I moved to England just under 10 years ago. So I guess what I call home is the sum of all my previous homes and the ones to come and it's a constant work in progress. It is movable,permeable and expandable. #DoThinkShareDAW Daily Challenge, Tuesday 16th May Do Think of something that has meaning for you from your past. It can be anything, a place, meeting a famous person, a ‘first’ football match, but it has to have meaning. Then, try to find a picture of whatever it is, either online or in a scrapbook, old photo album or magazine. Next, think of a short piece of text to describe the place and a quote about your memory. Think Reflect on what that was like. Was your memory a happy or sad one? If you were doing it with someone with Dementia what did you learn? Share Share your RememberME on our website dothinkshare.com or on Twitter, Facebook or Instagram using the hashtag #DoThinkShareDAW and #DementiaDO. t: https://twitter.com/64M_Artists f: https://www.facebook.com/64millionartists/ i: https://www.instagram.com/64millionartists/ Don't forget to hashtag #ABookofMe on Twitter & Facebook. #DAW2017 #DoThinkShareDAW Daily Challenge, Tuesday 16th May Do Think of something that has meaning for you from your past. It can be anything, a place, meeting a famous person, a ‘first’ football match, but it has to have meaning. Then, try to find a picture of whatever it is, either online or in a scrapbook, old photo album or magazine. Next, think of a short piece of text to describe the place and a quote about your memory. Think Reflect on what that was like. Was your memory a happy or sad one? If you were doing it with someone with Dementia what did you learn? Share Share your RememberME on our website dothinkshare.com or on Twitter, Facebook or Instagram using the hashtag #DoThinkShareDAW and #DementiaDO. t: https://twitter.com/64M_Artists f: https://www.facebook.com/64millionartists/ i: https://www.instagram.com/64millionartists/ Don't forget to hashtag #ABookofMe on Twitter & Facebook. #DAW2017 So many perfect little moments thought about. Probably should have included all the wonderful family celebrations we have that add to the perfect day or the precious time my husband and I share an evening or weekend together. What's special to me about this image is the rich memory it evokes when I return to it. It reminds me of a past moment I can return to. Me & my 'to do' list. Didn't start off thinking this was what I would draw. Rather I saw the challenge as time to play about with drawing using a digital device. Though as I finished it I thought I looked pretty miserable lol!! And realised it was the thought of my 'to do' list weighing me down. So now feel very happy leaving the list and heading outside into the garden instead. Me & my 'to do' list. Didn't start off thinking this was what I would draw. Rather I saw the challenge as time to play about with drawing using a digital device. Though as I finished it I thought I looked pretty miserable lol!! And realised it was the thought of my 'to do' list weighing me down. So now feel very happy leaving the list and heading outside into the garden instead. A Perfect Day This is an imaginary day made up of pleasant incidents from many days that were patchier overall! I woke up early and immediately felt grateful because I felt relaxed and rested, having had an undisturbed night. I love our comfy bed, with its soft pillows and cuddly quilt, so I snuggled down, comfy and cosy, glad that we had no engagements today and I could lie in. Cautiously I felt the other side of the bed, it was empty and cold. My hubby who has FTD (Fronto-trmporal Dementia) must have crept out in the night to sleep in the other room. He must have felt itchy or twitchy, or needed to pace around for a bit, or just got fed up of my snoring. How does he manage to creep out so quietly? The cat meows sadly at the bottom of the stairs, she is lonely and asking permission to come up, (or is she lazy and avoiding a wasted journey upstairs?) I call her name softly and clap in her ‘come here’ rhythm and immediately I hear her bell tinkling as she comes up stairs. She walks all over me, purring and eventually settles beyond my feet. (I am so glad I am short) My husband comes in and asks if I want a cuppa. He makes and delivers it and we have a cuddle until it is cool enough to drink. We sit in bed for ages, drinking and nattering. We seem better able to communicate like this than at any other time! He can always make me laugh. Eventually we get up and I help him to shower, then it is my turn and I practise my mindfulness exercises, delighting in the feel of the hot water on my skin, the smell of the shampoo and the lovely creamy feel of the conditioner. It is such a lovely fresh morning that we decide to eat our breakfast in the garden, a rare treat. But we have overestimated the warmth of the sun and I dash in to find fleeces for us both. We take our time over breakfast, enjoying the sight of the birds on the bird feeders and a blackbird splashing water everywhere in the bird bath, until the cat joins us, rubbing herself against our legs then having scared off all the birds, finding the warmest patch of sun out of the breeze. We decide to have a walk in Ratby Burrows where the bluebells should be out. It is still warm, but there is a breeze and there are some beautiful fluffy white clouds; What to take?? As usual I am over cautious and pack light cags, thin fleeces, sun hats and sun-shirts into a bulging rucksack while Paul gets the camera and GPS so we will know how far we have walked. It is so beautiful in the woods, the new leaves on the trees are that lovely clear clean green that you do not see later in the year, in the gentle breeze they make a delightful whispering noise. As hoped, the bluebells are fully out, carpets of them. In places they are mixed with shiny bright yellow celandines and delicate wood anenomies, such beautiful compositions, you could not arrange it better. There are other flowers and grasses whose names I can not remember. Last year I let this lapse spoil things for me, but since my mindfulness class I have learnt to let go a little and just enjoy the flowers for their beauty and charm, how can forgetting the name detract from this, they are just as beautiful! We are surprised at how few people there are, but it is not quiet, the birds are singing loudly. When we reach the top of the large grassy hill in the middle of the wood we sit on the bench and watch a buzzard showing off with aerial acrobatics. Eventually we start on our way back, now everyone seems to be out enjoying the woods, so we pause here for a chat and there to pat a friendly dog. We decide to make the most of the nice weather and stop at a cafe with a sunny terrace and eat our lunch outside. I refrain from nagging Paul about how unhealthy all the items in his meal are, he might as well be allowed to enjoy them! I will just have to fill him up with vegetables and fruit for his next meal. One advantage of eating outside is that we can hear each other talk. It is mid afternoon by the time we get home, and we are quite tired, so we make a large pot of tea and relax in the comfy chairs to watch a recorded episode of The Big Bang Theory, our favourite comedy. What a great day it has been, and we still have the pleasure of looking at all the photos we took to look forward to. Kathy Gill A Perfect Day This is an imaginary day made up of pleasant incidents from many days that were patchier overall! I woke up early and immediately felt grateful because I felt relaxed and rested, having had an undisturbed night. I love our comfy bed, with its soft pillows and cuddly quilt, so I snuggled down, comfy and cosy, glad that we had no engagements today and I could lie in. Cautiously I felt the other side of the bed, it was empty and cold. My hubby who has FTD (Fronto-trmporal Dementia) must have crept out in the night to sleep in the other room. He must have felt itchy or twitchy, or needed to pace around for a bit, or just got fed up of my snoring. How does he manage to creep out so quietly? The cat meows sadly at the bottom of the stairs, she is lonely and asking permission to come up, (or is she lazy and avoiding a wasted journey upstairs?) I call her name softly and clap in her ‘come here’ rhythm and immediately I hear her bell tinkling as she comes up stairs. She walks all over me, purring and eventually settles beyond my feet. (I am so glad I am short) My husband comes in and asks if I want a cuppa. He makes and delivers it and we have a cuddle until it is cool enough to drink. We sit in bed for ages, drinking and nattering. We seem better able to communicate like this than at any other time! He can always make me laugh. Eventually we get up and I help him to shower, then it is my turn and I practise my mindfulness exercises, delighting in the feel of the hot water on my skin, the smell of the shampoo and the lovely creamy feel of the conditioner. It is such a lovely fresh morning that we decide to eat our breakfast in the garden, a rare treat. But we have overestimated the warmth of the sun and I dash in to find fleeces for us both. We take our time over breakfast, enjoying the sight of the birds on the bird feeders and a blackbird splashing water everywhere in the bird bath, until the cat joins us, rubbing herself against our legs then having scared off all the birds, finding the warmest patch of sun out of the breeze. We decide to have a walk in Ratby Burrows where the bluebells should be out. It is still warm, but there is a breeze and there are some beautiful fluffy white clouds; What to take?? As usual I am over cautious and pack light cags, thin fleeces, sun hats and sun-shirts into a bulging rucksack while Paul gets the camera and GPS so we will know how far we have walked. It is so beautiful in the woods, the new leaves on the trees are that lovely clear clean green that you do not see later in the year, in the gentle breeze they make a delightful whispering noise. As hoped, the bluebells are fully out, carpets of them. In places they are mixed with shiny bright yellow celandines and delicate wood anenomies, such beautiful compositions, you could not arrange it better. There are other flowers and grasses whose names I can not remember. Last year I let this lapse spoil things for me, but since my mindfulness class I have learnt to let go a little and just enjoy the flowers for their beauty and charm, how can forgetting the name detract from this, they are just as beautiful! We are surprised at how few people there are, but it is not quiet, the birds are singing loudly. When we reach the top of the large grassy hill in the middle of the wood we sit on the bench and watch a buzzard showing off with aerial acrobatics. Eventually we start on our way back, now everyone seems to be out enjoying the woods, so we pause here for a chat and there to pat a friendly dog. We decide to make the most of the nice weather and stop at a cafe with a sunny terrace and eat our lunch outside. I refrain from nagging Paul about how unhealthy all the items in his meal are, he might as well be allowed to enjoy them! I will just have to fill him up with vegetables and fruit for his next meal. One advantage of eating outside is that we can hear each other talk. It is mid afternoon by the time we get home, and we are quite tired, so we make a large pot of tea and relax in the comfy chairs to watch a recorded episode of The Big Bang Theory, our favourite comedy. What a great day it has been, and we still have the pleasure of looking at all the photos we took to look forward to. Kathy Gill A great big mug of tea surrounded by all the words that would make up my perfect day. It's all the simple things that make me happy and I hope I'll always be able to do them. We decided to put our perfect days together as they seemed to paint a similar picture. We all would like to have some quiet time, outside in the fresh air. Yummy food and dogs would be plus! Day one and two pictures done in a rush today - would love to sit and read with a large mug of tea but no time, no time , no time My image as I'd like to be - no lines or wrinkles. My mum doesn't have dementia but her memory is fading fast. I'd like to get her involved in this project. Love doing these tasks! My perfect day is made of good stories, good company, good food, and a lot of silliness.