It is said that the body will heal itself of most things, if we will allow it to do so and not overburden it with remedies — the same is true of the soul and the heart.
After reading countless health books over the past couple of decades, I can tell you it pretty much all boils down to this: Eat plenty of veggies, work, play, rest, and don’t worry.
The last breath is as sacred as the first.
In a hospital
it’s difficult to listen
to sad, scary sounds
“code blue” on intercoms
wailing, grieving families
beep-beep-beep of machines —
But if you listen
you can hear
the sound of hope
of healing, love, and support,
caring, confident voices
of nurses and doctors and staff,
the din and melodies of
our imperfect and indispensable
healthcare plexus at work.
Addiction is an anchor that won’t break out.
The best substitute for coffee is a good night’s sleep.
Dying ain’t pretty. Death is beautiful.
My scars are mostly on the inside.