Tag: love
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deadlines
Do you ever feel like Your brain has a million Tabs open at once? Or you are swimming upstream And the flow of the river Grows even more Turbulent? Do you ever feel like The small pit of anxiety In the middle of your stomach Has just started Blossoming Into a large, flowering Unwelcome Tree?…
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focus
I promise that I get inspired to write by more than what comes to me during yoga. But lately, the messages I need have come to me during this time, and I can’t help but share in case they resonate with you. I’ve been very open about the stress that happens in medical school (surprise!).…
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rituals and root-cause analysis
“I don’t feel like myself today.” Do you ever say this to yourself? That has been my feeling for the past few days. I can’t pinpoint exactly what it is that feels off, but I just have this feeling that there is something a little off about my mood or mentality or my spirit. My…
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the hope of healing
As I reflect over the past six months on learning to become a doctor, I think of how my perspective of illness has shifted. As a healthcare worker, you see people at their most vulnerable, when they are in the greatest need. Yet throughout illness, each patient retains their identity as someone who exists outside…
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thankful
Every year on Thanksgiving I try to write. This morning, I sit in the quiet of my mom’s house and bask in the beauty of silence (no honking cars or beeping in reverse trucks outside window!). I listen for the Lord, and I’m thankful. This Thanksgiving is completely different from last Thanksgiving; instead of comparing…
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the sun
It’s an early Saturday morning and the sun tries to pour in through the cracks in my window curtains. My heart leaps at the sliver of light that finds its way in, and I don’t think of the things I have to do, the upcoming exam, the assignments due, the distance from my family, the…
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the free
Piece by piece We build the wall That works to separate us all From those who have from those don’t From those who can to those who won’t. We throw our words around like flames That scar and burn but mostly blame Because those who won’t just steal from me And those who don’t just…
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poems from seaside
I think there are so many poems about the ocean because it is simultaneously violent and peaceful. At the same time it crashes against the coast destroys a weak vessel and carries away debris It smoothes the rocky shore coos the frightened bird and hugs your planted feet. It somehow reminds us gently chaotically simply…
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sacred places
“There are no unsacred places; / there are only sacred places and desecrated places.” — Wendell Berry I’m starting to understand that there truly are no unsacred places — this is a bold claim. Some may perceive the site where a white American minister burned himself alive in the name of racial reconciliation as unsacred,…
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images
I’m sitting 30,000 feet above the earth as I write this. I was elated when the American Airlines flight attendant poured my plastic, clear cup mostly full of ice and one quarter full of ginger ale and then, to my delight, passed over the entire can full of sugary goodness for me to enjoy. What…
mused with mary 