300 Days of Sunshine

On January 21st, 2017, millions of women, men, families, children, and determined individuals all over the world united together for the Women's March, a demonstration to protect our human rights, and an event that would become the largest single-day protest in U.S. history.  The Women's March portrayed solidarity, purpose, and unity.  We sent a message to the Administration that we, as women, as families, and as citizens, demand protection of our rights and refuse to accept the status quo.  Those of us who marched that day recall feelings of hope and inspiration.  We felt empowered by strong leaders in our communities, and we knew that we weren't alone. We are now one year post Women's March, and what a year it has been.  It seems like every time we turn on the news (or go on Twitter), our President is making an ignorant comment, carelessly ignoring disasters in our nation, trying to take away the basic liberties of people, burning bridges, causing calamities, and ma

Lately I have been thinking about the connectedness of this world we live in.  Nothing exists in a vacuum, but instead in a context and a construct, affecting and affected by others.  I have made some social connections lately that remind me how truly small the world is.  In my professional life as a physical therapist in critical care, I have recently been reminded of how the lives of individuals from the same place can follow very opposite trajectories based on the circumstances, and that life is valuable and fragile.  I think winter is naturally a time for turning inward, a time for refection and setting intentions, and a time for comfort and appreciation.  I went to a yoga class last night after a long hiatus.  It felt good to get into a warm and flowing vinyasa and to tune into my body, but I have such a hard time with meditation these days.  I can't seem to clear my mind or prevent myself from thinking about all the other things I could be doing.  I understand the value of