Christianity
A Christmas poem A word spoken lays down its life by taking on flesh of black text on white page to await the attentive reader in whose mind the letter, springing to new life, may become spirit. The Word became flesh and laid down his life in birth giving life
Communication
Writing often strikes me as rather like having kids. (Not that I’ve ever had kids, but being a doctor does give you a vague idea.) It starts with you conceiving these seeds of ephemeral ideas that drop into your mind. You carry them around within you for days, sometimes
Communication
A poem No one is an island, they say but they lie, for what else are we? Bounded by our hard egos and separated by a vast sea of sheer individuality. Yet, we are not isolated for from island to island leaky boats incessantly float on currents of speech piloted
Communication
A meditation on sticks, stones and words Harsh criticism and real communication have this in common: Both are about nakedness. And yet, they are fundamentally different. Communication is you in charge. You in the presence of someone else (or even a group), but taking off your clothes yourself, perhaps because
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(And the one thing that does matter.) I’m a big fan of electronic reading and I don’t get those who insist that paper is better. Okay, I actually kind of get them, but still. It’s hard for me not to think of my friends who insist on
Communication
And 3 things you might be taking for granted about getting through to others In my last post, “There’s a gap between doctors and patients (where words apparently go to die),” I talked about how we as doctors consistently miss the point of what patients are trying to say.