An elderly woman calls her country’s emergency hotline. Her 95-year-old husband is suffering from “complications”, she informs the operator.
But when police show up on her doorstep, they discover the man was not in need of medical attention at all. The couple was just so lonely they fabricated the story out of desperation for someone to talk to. So the cops did what anybody with a heart and a pulse would do; they sat with the couple “for a brew and a chat“.
This true story out of the UK is a bittersweet tale that betrays a widespread but largely hidden social tragedy; we are failing our elderly.
A 2013 survey by Australian community care franchise Just Better Care found that loneliness and social isolation was the primary concern of elderly people living at home, eclipsing financial worries, lack of independence, and loss of mobility.
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Hestia (and her counterpart, the Roman Goddess Vesta) were viewed as the “complete” goddess, the goddess who was whole, “one complete within herself”. Fittingly, the circle was her symbol.
Hestia’s Hearth was first created in 2009 when the Soul Food Cafe was still operating as a virtual writing/art group. The archives contain all the posts that members of this site posted at the time.
Consecutive loss silenced me and Soul Food has lain fallow since late 2010! Soul Food and collaborative, virtual retreats such as The Temple of Solace, Riversleigh Manor, the Lemurian Abbey, the Gypsy Camp and the Hearth disappeared into the mists.
Hestia has been calling my name, gently suggesting that I have been with Hel for long enough, reminding me that these places provided sanctuary, that they are life affirming and that they still welcome me and offer sanctuary! It’s a choice to want to heal those hurts that broke me at one point in time. As I restore myself… I emerge stronger, ready to take on life once again.
Welcome to Hestia’s Hearth, a site designed to promote the virtues of calm, security, stability, mildness, gentleness, forgiveness, serenity, and, above all else the state of being centered.
December 26, 2015
Oh, they have robbed me of the hope
My spirit held so dear;
They will not let me hear that voice
My soul delights to hear.
They will not let me see that face
I so delight to see;
And they have taken all thy smiles,
And all thy love from me.
Well, let them seize on all they can: —
One treasure still is mine, —
A heart that loves to think on thee,
And feels the worth of thine.