handwritten on February 4, 2022
After staying up way past my bedtime on Wednesday to pivot to online teaching for Thursday, I felt that familiar dread of teaching online. I think it brought me back to those long months when we initially shut down, and I felt every emotion in the book but longed to see the class that I had left (physically) without really saying goodbye.
It's hard to believe it is already two years later and yet those feeling still remain when I hear the words "virtual learning day" and my heart sinks. I think part of me worries that somehow, in some twist of fate, this is where we will land again (stuck virtually forever.)
But I must say, despite lack of sleep this week (major lack of sleep) and worrying...
handwritten on January 18, 2022
Stop, my child
Are you listening?
To new voices
sunrises
new ideas glistening
listen to their rhythm
their words and their fears
listen to their soft whispers
excitement and tears
listen to their worries
others may not
I fear
Quiet footsteps can be BOLD
are you listening?
Stop young lad
Are you listening?
To the words of those who are
hurting
Slapping anger
erupting in tears
Bullying differences
What is “different?”
Just fear
You’re trying to be
like everyone else
no standing out
ignoring those left out
Surrounded by rain
Why not just listen?
It could be your pain
If you had thought to speak out
Against hatred
You would have gained
The love that is now beginning to wane
Stand still my lad...
handwritten on January 17, 2022
Through Change We Find
a moment to let go
baggage to leave behind
a sparkle like a crumb that begins
to shine
a moment to feel free
strength in a collective me
no longer fighting to break
free
a place to just be
a moment to awake
to a freshened soul
eagerly awake under
experiences we wish to shake
a blankened slate
a chance to remake
me
and sing out new mistakes
without hiding the very flakes that still
shaped but don't define
the magic that sings to
thee
I can finally see
that choice belongs to
me
handwritten on January 8, 2022
This particular blogpost is one full of whimsical depth. I suppose its delivery was especially meaningful because it was a lesson learned from one of my closest and dearest friends (my husband.) He actually asked me to write a blogpost on his behalf and so here we are. During his Friday, he had an exceptional day. He loves the environment he is currently working in which to him feels like more of a community hospital than a large academic institution. He has encountered and experienced a breadth of cases, and he is eager to learn and excited to share. So the first thing he said to me upon the completion of his week was I just love this rotation, and I feel like this is the kind of practice...
handwritten on December 31, 2021
Days passed by so
quickly
when the breeze blows all of the pages
shut almost at the same time
of blurred joy
simplest contemplations but also
the most challenging of sorts
sorting it all out
pages of purpose
what is purpose?
waking up only to realize that
you have finally realized what you do
and why you do it
or what you do was missing
the one thing that you wanted to do
you want to do
all the time
every single day
but maybe the world doesn't see it the same way
simplest contemplations but also
the most challenging of sorts
thinking about past steps but also
future steps while trying to dwell
in the present tense
thinking about the future and your generation
but also flowering new...
