Thoughts from ME

I'm reading a book written by a very inspired woman. Her name is Rachel Remen, M.D. I have taken forever to read this book. This in itself surprises me. I cannot remember the last time it has taken me weeks to finish a book. Interestingly, I have read this book at an appropriate pace - I know this because I read a bit here and it's exactly what I need to hear. I read a bit there and it's exactly what I need in that moment. I feel as though God is handing me small moments of clarity . Dr. Remen says, "The pattern of our most fundamental beliefs is reflected in the smallest of our behaviors. If this is so, breaking up the pattern at any one point may eventually free us from it. The way in which we go into the grocery store may tell us everything about the way in which we live our life. {sidenote: She's referencing Carl Jung here who would ask his patients where they had been just before they had come to him - whether they had just been running errands, like the gro

I found this incredibly moving and therapeutic. For you.

This was my response to a prompt for a secondary application for medical school. The question was "How have your experiences serving others contributed to your personal growth?" "I know that as we serve other people we begin to receive glimpses of ourselves. It doesn’t come all at once like a flash of lightning, a lightbulb flickering to life. But rather it approaches us like the sunrise. We gain vision of who we are bit by bit. Those pieces come quicker and with more ease the more we serve. I was raised by a compassionate woman. With her example and the teachings of my religion, where serving man is serving God, I was taught the power behind service. But it wasn’t until I had my own experiences that I truly understood. As a missionary in Virginia I came to love serving other people. I learned I love the chance to see them, to ask them questions, or just to work alongside or for them. As I spent time working in people’s homes, in their yards, just sitting with the

A.E. Housman: "He would not stay for me, and who can wonder?  He would not stay for me to stand and gaze. I shook his hand, and tore my heart in sunder,  And went with half my life about my ways."