Everyone is worried about me when I take to the mountain alone. But it is a sanctuary, a private solitude. My legs pumping. The sound of gravel crunching beneath my shoes. The wind in my hair. Salty sweat on my skin. I am fearless. I am powerful. If I ran off the edge of the … Continue reading Mountain medicine
Life always has its way of forcing me to slow down. My hunger to live a big full life means I forget to breath sometimes. But life finds a way to remind me to breath, and to pause. And then to do nothing other than breath. This time it was a car accident. I had … Continue reading Pause
It's difficult to recall a random memory, in all its glorious detail, on demand. But when I smell a certain scent or hear a particular song they come flooding back. An onslaught of immaculate detail. Years and years later. Even the memories I didn't know I had. Like when I hear Black Eyed Peas' "I … Continue reading Writing challenge – Day three – A memory
This isn't a really a medicine-related post. It's about my experience climbing Kilimanjaro, something I did when I was on leave. When I was supposed to be putting work aside. But you know how it goes, you can take the doctor out of Medicine but not the other way around. Everyday something reminded me of … Continue reading The Roof of Africa
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