Notes on life, philosophy, and medicine

It was 8am, I stopped by the Fred Meyer's store to purchase a few items for my son's lunches this week. As I walked out of the store, I was greeted with a vast empty parking lot. That morning on my way to take my son to school, there was an equally sized empty building up for lease with another generous parking lot. As I drove home, pulling onto the I-5 south corridor was a much smaller space with tents and a large array of trash.  I have always had a fascination for the effective use of space, what I saw was that we had been building our nation not for humanity, but for large cars, and the next big thing that was going to peddled as the ideals of living.  Just like in medicine, towering hospitals, brand new clinic spaces, but long wait times and 5-minute encounters that don't leave you feeling healthier or stronger, or better...rarely anyway. I hear there are really incredible places of healing.  So, is time for a little revolution? How do we take back our health and empow

If only words or even pictures could describe - we thought our first morning in Papeete was serene and pleasant with a well manicured lawns and ample color from tropical flowers than onto a beach front bungalow that seemed like everyday could be as sweet with sun kissed rays along lush green mountain tops and stretches of turquoise beach but no, there is a yet more wonder and majesty as we stepped off the plane onto a narrow stretch of runway that is surrounded by an even clearer blue as the sun was near setting and we boarded our sunset cruise to our overwater bungalow greeted by the sounds of Tahitian drums and lightly draped by the filling warmth of the night sky that lifts all spirits into equanimity, pure blissful tranquility.  Here, I can only imagine is only a minor glimpse of heaven…if this small piece of our world and planet exist…what words, what sight have we to see and feel upon reaching heaven’s gate?  May we stand in awe and anticipation of what awaits. In utmost humility

I don’t yet understand the reference and I didn’t thoroughly enjoy the roundabout way the story unfolded…but when it comes to people and their hidden even subconscious thoughts Liane Moriarty strikes me as a genius over and over again. So I’m hearing the end, in the middle of our little family vacation on the Tahitian island of Moorea and I’m struck by how quickly this book came together in the time of COVID…and how as my son and I walked hand in hand toward our most lovely turquoise ocean beach front bungalow and he said he wouldn’t send me to the sun to test out his sun suit if he ever invented one because it would be too dangerous… that I have no idea when I would have to have to leave him to find his own path in this life, praying it would never be the other way around…father God, I just pray it will be when I’m old and gray and he would have already gotten his wings.  Whenever this little journey takes us, give us strength and courage and peace. Grateful I got to hold his little h

Outside our beach front bungalow behind blackout curtains are the endless sounds of ocean waves and a perfectly lit sky by filled brilliantly with stars- and yet my heart weighs heavy - that love and marriage is not what I had in mind - wordless sighs and a chasm I so desperately want to bridge but our hands and hearts don’t seem to meet and despair hangs silently in the air - I am full of assumptions of what such silence bears - and that is how it will stay until tomorrow - perhaps it was simply fatigued misread.