Category Archives: Tears
A bead artist in one of my Facebook groups was bemoaning her cracked fingertips. I will share what I wrote to her, in case you are suffering as well.
I am a doctor/artist and I wrote a comprehensive health care guide for women who do crafts. It won a Gold Medal for Health Communication and was a Main Selection of the Doubleday Cooking and Crafts club.
One whole chapter of my book is on the fingers.
Here is what I am doing this winter for my cracked fingertips. Every night I put a teaspoon of sugar in my palm and pour in about a teaspoon of olive oil. I scrub down my hands, the backs, palms and fingertips. I rub my fingertips in my palms in the sugar scrub to burnish off dead skin and to stimulate the blood vessels.
Then I wash off the sugar with water under the tap, then most of the oil with hand soap.
I keep my fingernails very short so that the skin on the tips is uniformly tough, so that it resists cracking.
At bedtime I put 1/2 teaspoon of sweet almond oil in my palm and I massage it into my hands, especially my nail beds and fingertips. The massage not only delivers the oil to my skin but opens up the capillary beds so that maximum sturdiness of the skin develops.
If you want my book, many Amazon Booksellers have it for 1 cent plus $3.99 shipping (this keeps me humble; if you buy from Amazon Booksellers I won’t make even that one cent, which is fine).
If you need it today you can get it from C&T Publishing as an e-book. There’s a hot link to the C&T listing on my author website http://www.susandelaneyauthor.com.
BTW, C&T was the best publisher a gal could dream of!
Are you feeling at the end of your rope?
My dear, late friend Fr. Al Durrance used to say this: God can always be found at the end of your rope.
Al had been in the healing ministry for 56 years when he passed last July. He brought me into that ministry in 1994 and I have been privileged to see many miracles because he “got” me that day at the National meeting in Ft. Worth. He waived the “entrance” requirements for the Oder of St. Luke the Physician and inducted me on the spot. I think he knew that I would do all of the required things. I did. In fact, I have taught the course on the healing miracles of Jesus eight times already.
I made these earrings from translucent polymer clay that I kissed gently with silver/granite clay and bronze clay. Only the tiniest bit of each.
I made the silicone molds from a statue of St. Francis of Assisi. The mold for the back is just folds of his habit. See below.
I painted the recesses of the clay ovals with a silver paint and the high points with a gleaming micaceous paint.
They are gorgeous. Below you can see the “back” of one on the left.
They are available in my Etsy shop as a special order. I can do them with hints of silver, pale gold, gold, copper or bronze in the clay. I can put in gray mica or gleaming colorless mica. Or both. I can paint the recesses with silver, gold, copper or bronze. I can paint the high spots with a super thin layer of mica in red, orange, blue, green or violet. I can use wires and lever backs to match the metallic color you have chosen to tint the clay body.
I’d be glad to make a pair for you. I can have them ready to ship within three days.
I found this ladder at a garage sale in Madison, WI in 1976, during medical school.
It was oak, very well made, and already gently worn.
During my internship, in 1977, I added a hook and eye and a handle, to allow me to carry it easily. I placed the handle, which I took from a screen door, at its balance point. The hook and eye, from the same screen door, kept it closed when I carried it by the handle.
Life went on. In 2000, when I began to joyfully consider how much better my life would be if I were single again, I painted it white and, in the Christmas season, strung it with white lights.
In 2001, I filed for divorce, and that Christmas, again strung it with white lights.
In 2002, my freedom regained, I painted it hot pink, with sea blue “olives” with magenta “pimentos”, after a Mexican folk art design I admired. I strung it with pink lights under the eaves of my new house.
I did so every year.
Unfortunately, one year not long ago, I left it out in the rain and its “feet” rotted.
I was grief stricken.
Fortunately, my son-in-love came to the rescue. He cut off the bad parts and reset the braces. I am so grateful.
I have a kit to repair the wood rot, but for now I have strung it with hot pink Christmas lights.
It is in my sunroom, just off the kitchen, where I can enjoy it safe from the elements.
I am so grateful to have it!
A homeless man burst into tears when I said, “It is an honor to serve you, sir!”
It was an honor to serve him and the other men and women at the shelter.
If you are a person of faith, any faith, you know this already.
My church has put on a New Year’s Eve party at the shelter for 20 years. I have been privileged to be part of it for the last 4 years.
I always staff the “bun station”. My church provides “sloppy joes” as part of the party. I put hamburger buns on plates and add a packet of plastic silverware. I hand them to the residents with a loving “God bless you, sir” or “God bless you ma’am”.
I receive so many blessings in return. Explicit and implicit. Some of the men and women I served last night were psychotic. They couldn’t process my words. But their spirits did.
Before this, from 2002-2008, I worked with homeless mentally ill persons in downtown Dallas every Tuesday and Thursday.
On Thursday nights I did a clinic at Austin Street Centre starting at 5 p.m. If it were raining or cold, the shelter would be full and I might work until 10 p.m. If the weather were more pleasant, the homeless would choose to sleep outside and there were fewer patients for me to see.
I loved working with the homeless.
I miss it very much.
There are no atheists in a homeless shelter. There is little pretense.
The homeless have one goal: to get their lives back.
Did you know that 15% of the homeless living in shelters go to work every day? The minimum wage does not allow for luxuries like housing and medical insurance.
Mother Teresa said that the US was the most poverty stricken nation in the world. Not fiscally, but in the poverty of neglect of humans.
Is there someone who you can call today and say that you love them or are thinking of them?
Pick up the phone right now.
Reach out and touch someone.
It will bless you incredibly.
Do you know the Legend of the Starfish?
A woman is walking along the shore at low tide. She picks up every stranded starfish she sees and throws it back into the sea. A man is walking along the shore inthe opposite direction. He comes along side of her and asks her what she is doing.
He scoffs at her answer.
“You cannot save them all,” he says, “it doesn’t matter”.
She looks into his eyes and then throws the starfish in her hand back into deep water.
“It matters to that one,” she replies.
Is there someone in your life who you can serve today with a phone call?
It will matter to that one.
Half were men; half were women.
Soldier-on-soldier rape undermines the honor of the military.
Soldier-on-soldier rape undermines the loyalty of the military.
Soldier-on-soldier rape undermines the courage of the military.
These rapes threaten the trust and discipline that make the military strong.
I all these crimes TREASON.
If the chain of command punishes the victim, which sadly happens in more than half of the reported cases, I call that TREASON, too.
The patriots who are the victims of military-on-military rape undergo a shattering of their bodies, their minds and their souls. These patriot-survivors will never be the same.
I have the privilege of knowing a PATRIOT who was raped at one of the service academies. I have followed the shattering of her incredible strength and potential as a result of the crimes committed against her. She is healing now. I pray that her healing become complete.
I have had the privilege of knowing her parents. I have witnessed the shattering of the emotions and souls of her folks as a result of the crimes committed against their daughter. I have witnessed their anguish as they have watched their daughter’s shattering and slow recovery, which continues.
The parents are secondary victims of the treason committed against their daughter.
ESPN did a great expose of these issues. You can watch the 18 minute segment here:
The segment tells the story of two women, one a Sailor, one a Marine, who were raped by fellow military. Shockingly, it was the two victims who were punished, not their attackers!
I call punishing the victims treason also.
From 2002-2006 I had the incredible privilege of working with homeless, mentally ill persons in downtown Dallas two days a week.
Homeless Services had no official “team leader”, but on the days I worked I was the de facto team leader.
Each Tuesday and Thursday morning I’d send out an email to the whole team, using “Starfishers,” as my salutation.
I’d remind the team that although we could not “save” every patient we served that day, we could save some of them.
And we could touch them all; we could make each and every one of them feel that they matter. We could look into their eyes, listen to their stories and honor their feelings.
In my Starfisher emails I told the team stories of patients who had triumphed over addiction and homelessness. I encouraged them in their noble mission.
When I left, the team gave me a wonderful snow globe:
I will admit that I tear up sometimes when I see it.
The rotating center star says “You are a Star” and the inscription is to “Dr. Susan Delaney, The Ultimate Starfisher”. The music box plays “I Believe I Can Fly“.
I hope that you will look around you today for beached “starfish”. Look around you for the abused, the lost and the lonely. Pick one of them up and share your love with them.
It matters to that one.
Last month the North Texas Polymer Clay Guild had a bead making workshop in lieu of our regular program. We made all of the beads you see here that day. The beads were on display at our meeting today. The beads have been baked and are ready to ship to Beads of Courage. Children who are very ill (often they have cancer) are given one of these beads for every procedure they undergo and every milestone they come to.
Would you like to make polymer clay beads for this worthy endeavor?
to learn how you can participate.
Briefly any bead that is harmless to kids is OK. The kids string them on a cord, so the preferred hole size is 3/32″, but the program is flexible. Beads should have no sharp edges or parts that could break off.
I hope it will bring a tear to your eye to know that some kids have bead strings ten feet long.
I will be using the scrap clay from each project to make one or more Beads of Courage. I have laid in a supply of plastic coffee stirrers to use to pierce my beads. They give me just the right size hole. I make one or more at the end of every claying session.
I have found it super easy to do this.
This one is just a ball of silver glitter clay rolled into a shooter marble size. I put dots of colorful clay on the surface, rerolled it and baked it. This bead is going to make a child very happy.