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Doctoring Dis-ease

August 17, 2012

When I trained as a doctor, I was taught to deliver babies and suture wounds.

I learned how to administer IVs.

I was taught how to exam, and ask and prescribe.

I learned to listen: to my patients, and to my own intuition.

And in the listening, I've come to understand that there is much about doctoring that reaches beyond the instruction we receive in medical school, residency and fellowship.

At least in the doctoring I find myself doing. (Though I suspect I am not alone.)

For it has become more and more evident to me that the illness experienced by many goes beyond the physical, mental, or even emotional.

There is, in our culture, a dis-ease caused by a desire to know something greater than oneself, and a frustration with the inability to do so.

There is also, at times, a quiet shame about wanting to know this greater something.

As if, in our inability to define the "greater something" in a linear, rational manner, it is somehow devoid of merit.

And yet, life is not always linear. Nor is it rational.

It is, instead, rife with uncertainty and ambiguity.

We are presented with inexplicable miracles and great tragedies and soft blessings.

These come to us regardless of our planning, or goal-seeking.

They simply come, and we accept them or not.

They come, and we glimpse, however briefly, the "greater something."

Once we have glimpsed, it can be impossible to forget.

More frustrating still, it can be impossible to remember.

Never mind understand.

The dis-ease comes when we know, with our bodies and our minds and our spirits, that we are not resonating with this "greater something."

We know that we have become estranged from that which has birthed us.

Fortunate doctors we, who can recognize this estrangement, and call it what it is.

Fortunate doctors we, who can use, along with our IVs and medications and sutures, our other important healing tools.

Our love and compassion. Our connection with our fellow humans.

Our understanding that inexplicable miracles and great tragedies and soft blessings take place, and impact the minds and bodies and souls of our patients.

Our understanding that there may indeed be a very important "greater something," in which we are privileged to take part.

Whether we learned about it in medical school or not.

 

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Schooner Head, MDI

August 2012

 

 

 

Begin the Day Singing!

October 10, 2010

 

If I were a preacher-lady...

I’d urge

my parishioners

to begin the day singing! 

 

When you wake to the world with a song in your heart,

you cannot help but feel the gladness of life. 

 

Let that song escape from your lips,

unfettered by the thoughts that may seek to control it.

 

Sing, sing, sing! 



Let your happy notes bounce off the shower walls,

as you give thanks to the body

that allows you to walk the earth.

 

Surround your lover

with an embrace of melody

as you kiss his forehead awake. 

 

Gently nudge your children from their dreams

with a happy ditty,

so that their day may also begin in gladness. 

 

Throw open your curtains to the day

and serenade the world.



Fear not

the judgement of others. 

 

Should your song

fall on unappreciative ears,

welcome your aria back into to your body. 

Let it tickle the cells of your self,

‘til your bones cannot help

but share their jubilant mirth...



the begin the day dancing!

 

~Lisa B.

(for my friend, Gil)

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Cottage Cove View, October

 





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