Notes on life, philosophy, and medicine

Our young country  At times taken and probably lesser known shared among those before us  - The indigenous people of this land - We rose to be a great nation.  Envy of many.  A field of dreams.  We had a system and a structure that supported dreams  for some.  Not just then -but in and along with the cycle of man - human nature in its unintentional ways -  saw it fit to reach for more, power grab, greed and subjugation.  By nature of change Hindsight 20/20 unintentional consequences  we failed to teach our children how to live  reading, writing, arithmetic...fine but without the hows of living there is little use we will end up fighting one another again  implode.  so we build up systems to catch our fallen  rather than deconstruct  the errors of our ways highlight growth  admit fault  we turn a blind eye  or perhaps we have not yet seen  the full consequences of our choices.  It is not to say no progress was made  but progress too was undone  because so simple  to overlook  our very b

It’s not the poetry The beauty with words The art and sounds  Poured out  It is the soul That speaks That unifies personhood Human, creature, life It is the sharing of stories That bind us Elevate us So we write But not until we hear A resonating voice Does the words  Put on paper Speak to us.  Share with me Your soul I invite you. 

Rushing to get  Here ? Through turmoil and heartache  Misunderstood  Because If you would  No such pain ? So I miss the moments  Not fully alive Yet grateful because tonight  I can reflect And tomorrow I can try  Try again  I can hear you rustling now  Big yawn  And a sniffle I feel the warm air settle in the room  I can wish for the open air breeze and the Reflection of the stars And see the glimmer of the ocean I missed So when night falls And all is still  Not all is lost Next to me  Another soul breathes His own wishes and dreams  Not yet told Hopefully not lost  It must end  With joyful heart All is well  Because my fruit springs Not of this world  Where let downs are commonplace  When will I learn  Be still  Through and through  Be still Day and night Rest this weary soul  And find anew  Spirit rises  I will see daybreak  And smile for another chance  To get it right  I will settle quietly  Peacefully  Here

Bora bora: At the first sight of sun light over mountaintops, what was once dark reveals the most ethereal blue hues and the signs of depth shines just below the surface which is not hidden if one cares to look. Within your body lies another world full of treasures and colors unbeknownst to just the passerby yet it was not meant for that, but rather to be uncovered and even explored. Your body is a reflection of all bodies. If we can listen, preserve then we can learn, cherish.

  https://www.instagram.com/tv/CaSTsXcFQ8C/?utm_medium=copy_link To inspiring one another  To each reaching their fullest To living in the present moment To feeling all the feelings To speaking truth  To sharing your hurts  To leave it on the table  To forgive To cherishing this day To not waiting until it’s the end.

You carried me through  My small newborn body wrapped in your arms You must have smiled knowing  I was flesh of your flesh  Creation  Creator You may not have known always what it meant to be my ba But in your quiet ways  You carried me A home I always had because of you A safe place  Full of anguished love  Because of its depth  You left this earth but never without considering  How you would leave us cared for  You shed tears unseen  You wore the wrinkles of stress on your forehead And always it was for us  Your precious children Your little babies  How grateful am I to have been yours. Father,  Because of you, I could shine. How I wish I could relive those moments when you first held me When you first saw me and knew I was yours  May your days right now be as sweet as my memories  May you carry on that smile and heavy lightness that gave me wings Wishing you well daddy and hope your journey in life after is treating you well. 

If I accomplish this, it will not have come from me.  If you are still near, may you hear my tears  all this wishing you back to life  at 38, somehow not secure enough to be without you let alone now near 11 years since you have left I do have a son who speaks of his ancestors  this life I have been given was at no small cost to you  or to ong noi you sacrificed comfort of that which was known to you you traveled to a far away land  that may not have completely opened their arms wide for you  and you built a home, a family  you kept us together  your sadness and weight in this life I'll never truly understand  I pray my heart continues to speak to yours  so that even in death, I may know you deeper still.  I hope I'm making you proud. 

It's not everyday you lose a patient, but when it happens, it hits you like a wave, carrying along with it, all past losses. It's really hard. You wonder if you missed something, if you could have done more to turn the tide, to give them more time...  you wonder if you are worth the trust they gave you.  All I know, is I won't forget, that your life mattered  and if no one else recalls your story, I will.  That through your life and death, you shared it with me.  You entrusted me and forever I will be honored.  May I carry on what you have given to me.  May I share your story and your hope.  May the tears that shed turn to the most powerful of waterfalls  and your legacy, what you were here to do, live on in the lives you have touched  like mine  our stories tied  thank you. 

these words, written and spoken by one man  that is reflected in the generations and ideas of many before him  to be still  feel the presence  to relive memories  of quiet heroes  of big sacrifice  the not famous  but makes the world spin  of doing the right thing  all of this, through such ugly times  2 more mass shootings  how do we stand  together những lời này, thuộc về một người đàn ông ý tưởng của nhiều người đi trước vẫn còn cảm thấy sự hiện diện hồi tưởng lại những kỷ niệm của những anh hùng thầm lặng của sự hy sinh lớn không nổi tiếng nhưng làm cho thế giới quay làm điều đúng đắn tất cả những điều này, qua những khoảng thời gian tồi tệ như vậy 2 vụ xả súng hàng loạt nữa chúng ta đứng như thế nào cùng với nhau

For our 2nd annual memorial service Dear Friends, Today we come together to reflect on lives that have touched our own both in their living and in their passing. I cannot say what it means to another person but by sharing our memories today may be we are able to connect our individual story to a greater tale. In my own personal reflections, I wrote a poem that I would like to share with all of you. Perhaps you call it karma or simply the unknown I have named it faith - to believe in the unseen Yet still, I feared death. which of my parents would die first I pondered old wives tales about toes, my 2nd phalange was longer so surely no, I could not imagine but no matter, it happened shattered a future I had yet to even picture days lost to never return heart ache that could only be mended by the tincture of time something often on our side as the family physician oh how these moments mark us how sharpened and shaped we become destined to know hurts so deep and so