NCCA – the National Center for Creative Aging. I have no memory of how the NCCA first came into my life, how I came up with the cockamamie idea that it made sense for me – at that time virtually penniless – to go to the first NCCA Conference & Leadership Exchange in D.C., but the monies were raised for the conference & transportation costs, lodgings (with friends, outside D.C., in what turned out to be challenging to access Herndon VA) was arranged, and down I went.
Will never forget sitting in the intimate, circle-in-the-round auditorium in the Arena Stage performance space, of having it hit me for the first time that the NCCA was based 4-square on the work of Gene Cohen, a man whose book, The Creative Age, drop kicked me into seeing the WHY for the vibrant oldsters elders ancients all around me in our little hometown.
Had I researched the conference at all online, it would have been OBVIOUS, but I apparently went down, flying blind.
So, why did I go, if I didn’t even take a moment to check out the conference schedule? I arrived with a vague idea of where the main event would take place, virtually no understanding of where the pre-conference workshop I’d signed up for was happening, basically no knowledge of what was happening. Mind you, I got my first smart phone (yes, in 2014) immediately before it so I’d have Internet access; alas, I hadn’t a clue how to use it, had to keep asking smartly dressed young people bustling along the sidewalks for their aid with Mapquest.
Long walks – those I remember. Not having a clue of the shortest route from one spot to the next. Hadn’t thought to get familiar with the area, to actually map out where event locations, to look over the schedule.
Had never been to a conference before. The first time I saw the program was looking at the registration materials, the day AFTER the wonderful pre-conference workshop.
My most vivid memory of the entire conference was hearing Wendy Miller introduced, realizing she was Gene’s widow, having it HIT me right between the eyes – – DUH! ‘Creative Aging: Exploring Potential in the Second Half of Life’ screamed Gene Cohen & yet I’d missed it!!
What made me think about goosebumps I’ll forever remember? Dipping back into the wondrous book given to all conference attendees – Creativity Matters: The Arts & Aging Toolkit.
Confession time – Gene’s book, The Creative Age, no longer sits next to The Mature Mind on my bookshelf – lent it to someone who never returned it. That fate will NEVER happen to Creativity Matters, because it will NEVER leave my possession!
Talk about goosebumps – that priceless book continues to astound me. It is packed with priceless information & inspiration ~ looking at how creativity nurtures an abundant older age, at the value of incorporating the arts into our life, of the profound advantage of senior centers & residences, adult-day care programs & long-term care facilities, of families & friends in seeking, offering participatory arts programs that go beyond the “arts & crafts” that so often seem the norm. To REACH &, in reaching, to satisfy.
It was in 2014 – at the pre-conference workshop? – that I first heard “Like” (Elizabeth) Lokon, director & founder of Opening Minds Through Art, explain that with older people, especially ones facing the challenges of cognitive impairment, “simple is complex, complex is simple” – trying to to duplicate an actual image was a struggle, frustrating, but to create a beautiful abstract painting looked difficult but was simple.
Which brings us to last month’s IAGG World Congress & the wondrous talk by Marilyn Raichle, who spoke about the enjoyment that her mother – who has Alzheimer’s – drew from painting. Although the subjects were defined, the delightful images her mother created were deliciously abstract, showcasing the processing from the delineated start to what showed up on the page.
Which takes me to feeling sad. Sad that I never asked for one of of the beautiful paintings that Anne Davis Hyatt created over her closing eight years. Like Marilyn’s mother, from one moment to the next Anne could not remember the day or the date, but she did paint evocative hillsides & rivers & skies capturing her wonder & love of the sense of it all.
That’s what I learned from the NCCA, why I continue to get goosebumps remembering that I haven’t the vaguest recollection of how we first connected – – it shouts from the rooftops the importance of helping people of all ages stay anchored in the glorious sense of living, that the arts, from painting to poetry & performance & beyond, open the way & present a path to doing what I aim to provide for all my own clients friends family – living as expansively, as fully themselves, as possible in any given moment, feeling the thrill of goosebumps at the joy of it all.