
It’s been a hell of year, Pinkies. I mean- good stuff- all of it exactly what I’ve asked for. But in the course of one year, I’ve moved my family to Marin County, started an integrative medicine practice at CLEAR Center of Health, launched and managed a team of 22 Pinkies who help me run Owning Pink, communicated with you Pinkies, completed one book and written another, lead workshops, prepared for 3 solo art shows, and struggled to stay present for my husband and daughter. It’s A LOT. Too much, really. And yet, I did it.
Hiya Pinkies,
I just wanted to let you know that I'm heading to Big Sur this weekend for an internet-free, kid-free holiday weekend. Pink Goddesses Joy and Megan will be running the Pink show for me while I'm gone, and I know the rest of you will maintain the sacred space, as you always do.
I’m about to teach a series of workshops titled Owning Sexuality, and it’s got me thinking what a big task I have ahead of me. Do any of us do a good job of really owning our sexuality? I think not.
My month of July has swiveled dizzyingly, like the very windiest hairpin turns on Highway 1 in Big Sur, between nature and nurture. I’m not talking about the old argument that gets bantered around during studies on twins separated at birth. I’m talking about the real-life Mother Nature and honest-to-God put-it-all-out-there nurture. It all began as a new day dawned with unnaturally hot weather for Northern California. By 9am, it was 90-something degrees, warm enough that Siena and I decided to brave the icy neighborhood pool.
Read More...Who’d have thunk that I’d have to study more, after twelve years of medical education? Don’t get me wrong. I knew I’d have to put in my CME hours (continuing medical education). I’d like to say I read all of my journals, but truth be told, I only read some of them, cherry picked for the articles that tickle my fancy of the day. (We do get LOTS of journals).
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I’m feeling a little unrooted these days. I’ve been exploring these feelings, the ones that tells me I want to go back to work. But I’m plagued with doubts. Is there room in this world for the kind of doctor I want to be?