More Creative Elements!
While we've tried to intersperse creative elements throughout our webpage, here are some more!
This is a song that we think expresses the expressions and identity of the patient (sitar) being responded to and added to by the nurse (violin) in a way that is both responsive to the patient, and also authentic to herself. Together, they have a shared experience. The nurse has the experience of playing the violin, the patient of playing the sitar. Together they have the experience of playing a song together. This is akin to a nurse experiencing helping, the patient experiencing being helped, and they will both have a shared experience of that moment, which is described in P&Z. The drums, rhythm, and mood can all be described as a part of the environment in space and time.
This is a song that we think expresses the expressions and identity of the patient (sitar) being responded to and added to by the nurse (violin) in a way that is both responsive to the patient, and also authentic to herself. Together, they have a shared experience. The nurse has the experience of playing the violin, the patient of playing the sitar. Together they have the experience of playing a song together. This is akin to a nurse experiencing helping, the patient experiencing being helped, and they will both have a shared experience of that moment, which is described in P&Z. The drums, rhythm, and mood can all be described as a part of the environment in space and time.
Below is a picture that we feel represents humanistic nursing in that there is an emphasis on both the objective, as represented here by the anatomy of the figures' bones, circulatory system, and nervous system, but more than that there is a sense of their humanity, their relationship, their emotions, and the mood of the space rather than its physical components. Together, they merge to create a "subjective-objective" (P&Z) expression of the real world.
In this picture, below, we felt that the concept of a patient in pain who is trapped in their own sense of time and space, possibly detached from the time and space continuum of those around her. We felt it really depicted the idea of time and space as relating to Paterson and Zderad's theory. (photo credits: http://www.flickriver.com/groups/nasa-remix/pool/interesting/. It's Only A Matter Of Folding Time And Space Before I Become Your Epidemic by inspire*dream*create*)
Next is a quote said by someone unrelated to nursing, writer C. Joybell C. Nonetheless, it describes the importance of an authentic, feeling presence as described by Paterson and Zderad, and how it is instrumental in creating a meaningful interaction with a client.
“You can talk with someone for years, everyday, and still, it won't mean as much as what you can have when you sit in front of someone, not saying a word, yet you feel that person with your heart, you feel like you have known the person for forever.... connections are made with the heart, not the tongue.”
Finally, here is a part of a Maya Angelou poem, entitled "A Brave and Startling Truth". Much of what P&Z seemed to be expressing was the complexity, the beauty, the emotions of humanity. We feel that this poem does so, and expands on P&Z as when they said: "As a human transaction, the phenomenon of nursing contains all the human potentials and limitations of each unique participant. For instance, frustration, discouragement, anger, rejection, withdrawal, loneliness, aggression, ..." This, poem, then in describing humanity and its contradictions and its beauty, ugliness, emotions, and potential also describes nursing, because nursing is a human transaction.
When we come to it
We, this people, on this minuscule and kithless globe
Who reach daily for the bomb, the blade and the dagger
Yet who petition in the dark for tokens of peace
We, this people on this mote of matter
In whose mouths abide cankerous words
Which challenge our very existence
Yet out of those same mouths
Come songs of such exquisite sweetness
That the heart falters in its labor
And the body is quieted into awe
We, this people, on this small and drifting planet
Whose hands can strike with such abandon
That in a twinkling, life is sapped from the living
Yet those same hands can touch with such healing, irresistible tenderness
That the haughty neck is happy to bow
And the proud back is glad to bend
Out of such chaos, of such contradiction
We learn that we are neither devils nor divines