I attended a lecture during my third year of medical school as a part of a joint OB/GYN and Pediatric Grand Rounds on helping mothers through fetal loss. The lecturer asked the audience whether they felt empathy or sympathy, as the healthcare provider in difficult situations such as these. Hands creeped up hesitantly, clearly unsure
I’m doing an “inclusivity training for yoga” right now, because Bhav Brigade is a nonprofit yoga platform built on the tenets of accessibility and inclusivity and as it’s co-founder (one that happens to be all the things we tend to welcome in with open arms as a society) it’s important that I walk the talk.
It’s become a pissing contest, particularly in American society, of who’s suffered more, of who’s endured the most trauma and lived to tell the tale. How often do we feel the spoken and unspoken question asked, “Who are you to suffer–who are you to cry trauma or claim hardship–when there’s x y and z happening
“Have you ever experienced burnout?” the program director asks me. “Of course,” I answer. “Tell me about it,” he says. I’m interviewing for a residency position in Emergency Medicine and I could just cry I’m so happy this question is being asked–and by a program director, no less. The notes section of my phone and
The other day a friend said to me out of the blue, “Jessica, are you happy?” He said it like he meant it–and not in the unspoken I’ll-promise-to-be-interested-in-how-you-are-as-long-as-you-promise-to-keep-everything-but-“good”-to-yourself kind of way. I felt his sincerity and without a moment’s hesitation I answered, “Today? Not a drop.” And it’s true. Today I don’t have any heartwarming
I taught a pop-up yoga class on the 3rd floor balcony of Slover Library yesterday morning. As we overlooked the city, we dedicated our practice to lifting & being lifted—both figuratively and literally. At the peak of our practice we moved through a somewhat challenging sequence of anjaneyasana (monkey lunge) to crescent lunge to garudasana