Love and Gratitude – seeing the light

Looking for the light,
For it is always there,
Rising up from behind the ocean,
Knowing it will break through the clouds of despair,
But even though they are there, It’s the cloud that has its own flair,
As the light creates patterns through distraction,

But don’t look too long, Or you will get lost,
Instead look inside yourself and become engrossed,
With “awareness”, See the changing nature of life,
And the transformation of “strife”,
Nausea, pain, fear of the future,
Whatever it may be for you,
Then see it turn it into something new,

Perhaps something exciting and inviting?
For me it is hope.
For with hope comes the belief in something good,
Like a monk who draws back his hood,
Only to see with new eyes,
The same picture, only with meaning,
For love is all around us,
And gratitude is the best way,

For it is not what we say, But rather “how we say it”,
And not whether we win or lose,
But “how we play it”,
That makes the impact on our own humanity as well as theirs,

And this is not just for them, but for us too,
For when we look with these wise eyes,
We never see just two,
Because there is far less difference between me and you,
Than we can ever imagine,

For beyond what we may think,
Is what we already know,
So connect with your inner glow,
And understand the blessing that you are already living,
Life with all it’s twists and turns,
Life is what will take you beyond strife,
“Love” is the vehicle, and “Gratitude” is it’s fuel.

27-5-19 Birthday Poem after my morning meditation. Grateful for the day – May all beings be well and happy.

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Ocean swimming and “overcoming barriers”

Awakening to the Ocean within

Overcomming barriers,

Is like jumping in the ocean,

And as the cold water rushes past your body,

There is an initial fright,

Perhaps even an “internal fight”,

Of emotions and thought?

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Things like; –

“Can I do this?”

“Should I do this?”

“Is life better on land?”

“Will it all not turn out like I had planned?”

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But who wants to live on the sand anyway?

Especially when we have a choice?

Why not listen to that inner voice?

Which is quietly saying,

“yes you can”

“Actually it ‘is’ part of the plan”

A plan of adventuring deep beneath the surface,

And exploring the inner world of possibility,

Excitement and flow,

A time to let go,

And become who you hadn’t even dream of,

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For with the first wave, whether you catch it or not,

You feel ALIVE!

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Alive within magic of the ocean,

Barriers broken,

For you dove through the fears and expectations of the mind,

You learned to be kind,

And in cold water its warmth that you did find,

A moments peace before the daily grind,

Or perhaps even better,

A chance to let go of the fetter once and for all,

And instead chosing to have a ball,

Whether you run or fall,

Knowing you can always stand tall,

In the solitiude of your heart.

7-1-19 Overcoming barriers, and moving through a sense of “inertia” has always been the most difficult challenge for me with any project, or task, be it getting up in the morning, going to work, starting a literature review, or even looking at my schedule.

Its funny but I often rationalise the inertia, and sometimes justify it, by the perceived magnitude of the task at hand. Ocean swimming is perhaps a great simulation of this process of “overcoming barriers”.

This morning when my partner Sanna and I went down for a body surf in North Wollongong, the sky was overcast, and the sea, from a distance didn’t look as inviting as it has done in recent times. This is the best time to observe oneself and one’s own resistance. For in this awareness one can see how easy it is to be trapped in the minds stories of doom a gloom, the river of “what if’s” and all its associated tributaries.

Thankfully instead of listening to these fleeing internal stories there was a pre-arranged commitment to go for a swim and a body surf. It was a cocktail of feelings of resistance, thoughts, followed by the experience of surrender and success, only they happened rather rapidly. Often when having a coffee after the body surf my memory cuts to the chase and all I seem to focus on is the second half of that mindful journey, which is where I have surrendered my fears, entered the ocean and started having incredible fun.

However, to really understand oneself and learn from one of the greatest teachers I know, “the ocean”, it pays to slow down this internal process, at least in reflection. You see, after getting in the water and meeting with a fright of what feels like “cold water” (and it isnt’ that cold, only relatively cold to the state of night time hibernation), the percieved chill was quickly replaced by an internal warmth of my bodies muscles being active, trying to catch a wave. This process usually only takes about two waves where I feel the water go over my head and immerse me in the ocean. Then I feel like I am amongst the magic of the ocean.

Then a big wave came and I greeted it with a duck dive, followed by another and another, and before you knew it I was out “the back”. Here I found myself surrounded by a community of friendly fellow swimmers and/or body surfers. Men and women, who had also courageously chosen to “take the plunge” early in the morning, only I’m sure they wouldn’t look upon their actions quite as magnaminously as that. Perhaps for them, they are just doing what they usually do – going for a swim. I just like to frame this in a more maginificent way.

Actually, in North Gong (the beach which is in the northern reaches of the city of Wollongong) there is a group of people who go out every day, all year round, mostly older men (and I am cautious to qualify this statement, for after all who am I to talk), and some ladies who also are part of this sublte local practice.

Today I saw a couple who we often meet down at the beach, both enjoying the ocean and all it’s viscitudes. These men who regularly go out have a colloquial name;– they are fondly known as “the corks” for often as you walk down the hill to the North Gong promenade after about 7:30am in the morning, you can often see their heads bobbing in the ocean waiting for the next wave, or if they haven’t reached the ocean yet you see them traversing from the North Gong Surf club to the waters edge, donning their blue and red stripped speedos laced with a white imprint of “North Gong” on their posteriors. The morning daily ritual of bodysurfing is a wonderful thing to both witness and be part of.

Overcoming Barriers – traversing through inertia…

The transition from cold to comfortable reminds me of several other instances of overcoming inertia. I remember when I lived in a shared study house in rural Sri Lanka whilst conducting experiements as part of my PhD research back in 2007-2009, I recall having a cold shower every morning. It was a welcomed experience because the outside temperature was a humid 27 degrees, which increased during the day. However, still there was a chill in my modest ensuite bathroom, where there was only cold water. I remember vividly the emotional wave of inertia, not wanting to get under the water, expecialy coming there from dreamy sleep state. However, after the initial chill of piped water exposure, I noticed a rapid period of “acclimatisation”. I felt there was a curious feeling of empowerment in this transition period. It was neither comfortable nor uncomfortable, in the same was as jumping in the ocean this morning, I felt “alive”. Then shortly following this period came a state of enjoyment of being in the water and sense of attachement to the steady state of having a cool shower in a hot environment. It was blissful, and I didn’t want to leave. Again the inertia state had arisen and had to be overcome in order to get on with my day. Getting out of the shower, drying off, having a cup of tea, breakfast, and writing, or going to the office – which ever it was.

Water is an incredible medium for taking us into different states. A shower can be magical, pool swimming magnificent, but and ocean swim – now this is what I call blissful. But perhaps more than all of these experiences, it is the “transition through the barriers of inertia” that can bring us many opportunities to become more alive!

Here’s to that journey – have a great day!

Emergency Medicine Fellowship success – Love & Gratitude

This journey is hard to explain,

Beyond the pleasure and the pain,

Like chasing the sunshine through the rain,

 

And then looking for the rainbow,

That has always been there,

But without guarantee,

 

For the heat is more than you can think,

Momentary defeat could arrive with a blink,

And cripple your confidence,

 

Until you become aware,

That what you seek has always been there,

….deep within,

 

So when you would want to shout,

Crippled by doubt,

Reach to your core, and pick yourself up,

 

Feeling and trusting what you know inside,

And then confide,

Making sense of the ride,

 

Beyond fiction and fact,

Providing safety with great tact,

You show that you care “beyond” the task at hand,

 

For in this approach and way,

You are sharing “more” than the words you say,

In a style and conviction that resonates,

 

So thank you to my amazing team,

And especially those who backed me in my dream,

Through a process that could just as well ended very bleak,

 

Had I not realised the simple fact,

That “trust” is strongest at its peak,

And “fallability” is an essential part of humanity,

 

So rise with every fall,

Smile again and stand tall,

No matter what comes your way,

 

And for me, kindness was the key,

Giving oneself permission to simply “be”,

Letting the wisdom of mind, body and soul run free.

 

With love and gratitude

– thank you.

 

 

1/8/18 – I’m sitting in Doha airport, having a left behind a beautiful winters morning first in Wollongong, and then in Sydney. My next destination in Stockholm, Sweden, to see my partner in life and love.

 

I have wanted to write this post for some weeks, a post of about my gratitude for passing the Fellowship exam ( the final chapter of the emergency specialist training program).

I am so increadibly grateful for all the support I have received to make it through, for it has been no easy feat. There have been so many forces at play to get through this exam, tangible and existential. Not least to thank is my partner, Sanna, who was supportive well beyond the call of duty, for she had to put up with me during the last two and a half years of fellowship study, on the back of supporting me through a PhD write up (and I’m sure I lost my mind for the latter part of this process). Not only Sanna, but my family and friends. I had been studying for the fellowship written and clinical (OSCE , or objective structured clinical exam) for just over 2 and a half years, prior to my recent completion of exams. During the last two months of study I didn’t see my brother who lives just over an hour away, or my little nephew, and I also ended up moving out of home into a solo appartment for the final 6 weeks – despite knowing the territory when going into it, I never would have forseen it being so challenging.

 

These strategies were to help me manage the intensity, and to help me focus my efforts to give it all that I had to give, physicially, psychologically and emotionally. At the same time they allowed me to spend a bit of time to “look after myself”. I never let go of that last principle. Being kind to oneself, was so important to me, and that included meditaiton and swimming in the ocean, surfing or body surfing.

 

Everyones journey is unique in the fellowship, and it is a very tough process, and also imperfect. There are some who pass straight through to “fellowship”. There are many who fail and then pass at subsquent sitting, and then there are those who don’t make it thought.

 

My heart goes out to the people who both fail and pass. I know the pain of failure in this exam because I failed the written on my first attempt and sat it one year later, and passed. Then I sat the OSCE immediately after and failed this the first time. Despite putting my heart and soul into the exam I failed, and this was devasting. I didn’t give up, although I did think about it. In my case I had search deep within to realise why I was doing this training in the first place.

 

Connecting with “the Why”

 

On the surface it looked as if this was just an exam I had to pass, but the real reason was that this was going to be something that was going to make me a better “Emergency Physician”, and provide the structure I needed to practice for the rest of my career. Also back in 2006 when I went to Sri Lanka for a 1 year expedition, both cultural and professional, I discovered something that I was passionate about, helping develop EM systems in resource limited settings. That interest lead to a PhD in knowledge translation, that covered the topics of toxicolgy, resuscitation training, simulation and health services research. Doing international work, and working in rural Sri Lanka was so inspiring to me, I became so passionate about teaching Emergency Medicine and Resuscitation in settings like rural Sri Lanka because junor doctors on the ground were so hungry for education, and it made a difference to their ability to support their patients (particularly in critical care).

 

In addition to gems in medical training, I also spent time exploring parallel paths of personal develomement, including poetry writing, music, mindfulness and spirituality. It was from this point that I had a dreamt of giving something back to society through bringing in some of these extra academic skills and soft skills into mainstream medicine. One dream plan was to to support a more kinder and human system of training, where junior doctors felt inspired to go through training, rather expecting loose large chunks of their life from which they may or may not recover. The project I started back then was called compassionate health education, which championed teaching behaviours where “kindness” and “respect” at basis of all topics of education.

 

I also believed that through research I could help contribute internationally to lower resource sttings I guess you could say that I had to travel to Sri Lanka and practice medicine in a rural setting that I found my “why” for completing both a PhD and EM specialist training. I had to re-visit and re-solidify that “why” on several occasions during the fellowship training when hitting difficult spots and it was helpful thave them mapped out. In returning to mainstream training, I saw EM through a triple lense, that of a trainee, and that of a researcher and through the eyes of being a human being. It sounds counter-intuitive, but in order to train in and brand of hospital medicine, it’s quite easy to forget one’s humanity through the sheer force of intensity of training, and consequent lack of life balance.

 

Wellbeing, burnout and maintaining mental health in training

 

During the middle of my training I was exposed a series of suicides, and became involved in mental health and wellbeing. I had lost two friends and colleagues to suicide of a period of years, both of whom were accomplished and inspiring medical educators. These events had a subtle but important impact on me. Today, researching wellbeing strategies in EM, and addressing “physician burnout” is my current focus of research. Through some preliminary work I have realised that perhaps there are many factors to do with work culture, and education systems that could augment burnout and mental heath issues, representing a gap between where we are and where we could be.

 

Another reason why I am so passionate about this topic is that during my training I experienced burnout myself. This occurred when I was trying to write up a PhD thesis and also do advanced training simultanously. I was training not only to be a better doctor for the individuals I was treating, but I was also simultanously training to improve systems of health care, including the systems of training. Thankfully I had a supportive work team, including ED director, and director of training at that time who helped me facilitate some time off, to address what was missing in my life-work balance. I ended having three months off, seeing my GP, and also going on a 10 day silent meditation (vipassana) retreat, which allowed some important rejuvenation, and change in perspective. When I returned to training I was better than before, and approached it with new vigor, and greater balance.

 

The Gratitude Roll

 

I feel such gratitude for all that has happened to allow me to get through this fellowship process. However, there are too many people to thank for this point, and no words can really express how I feel, especially for certain ones. Some of these people probably don’t realise what an effect they had on me. An exhaustive list will be futile as I’m bound to miss writing someone, and lists don’t make interesting reading. I will try and mention some of the area of gratitude and it is important for me to have you know that if you ever had a good thought towards me, you were part of the process that helped me get there.

 

Thoughts matter, and when you wish someone else well, you are actually wishing yourself something good at the same time (the Buddhist philosophy has a word for this sentiment, which is called “Mudita”, or sympathetic joy, the happiness in anothers success. So think you for any Mudita that came my way before the exam!)

 

I was inspired to write this post today because I am accutely aware of my inner circle of support, being my partner, and my coach Juli, as well as my parents brothers and families. I also have my teachers and mentors in EM and my friends and the community groups that I belong to like www.onewaveisallittakes.com. If there was a process that helped me immensly it was surfing in the ocea, meditating, playing guitar and exercise. It amazes me how lucky I have been to live close to the ocean and have access to this.

 

I am also proud of myself for being able to stick to regimen of self discipline, during the fellowship exam and enlist the joy of “missing out” on some of the things and activities that I loved the most.

 

The amazing Team of Liverpool ED

 

I have to make a special mention about the entire department of Liverpool ED, where I worked for the year leading up to my success in the Fellowship OSCE exam. Liverpool has been one of the most amazing hospitals to work at in my career to date , because of the complexity and diversity of patients who we look after, and the amazing team based culture that prevails in the Liverpool ED between senior staff and junior staff, and doctors, nurses and all levels of staff from cleaning staff, wardies to the consultants and senior nurses. This culture of Liverpool ED is a testimony the leadership of our director Dr Serena Ayers, who has empowered innorvation and leadership along the ranks and had a vision for this. Also the director of EM training Dr Jenni Davidson who had created a Fellowship training program that I could not have dream of, backed up by a motivated team of staff specialists and VMOs, and such a cohesive, supportive, and fun bunch of ED co-registrars. I remember, in somewhat of a hazy blur (despite this being only 3-6 months ago), working weekends where I would finish a shift past midnight, stay in hospital accomodation, get up for a coffee and less than average breakfast (I say this because I live for our home made museli and fresh fruit) and squeeze in a couple of hours OSCE practice before another heavy 10 hour shift.

 

Anyway, my plane is about to take off and I will look forward to getting this post up on my blog. I usually write a post at least every 3 months. I haven’t written since december last year, which is a big deal for me. It is one of the things that I put on hold. But I’m so happy to be able to write this post. I am also happy to be going to Sweden

 

Looking forward seeing Sanna and her family, and having a holiday, including going to a Music festival in the heart of Sweden! I can’t wait 🙂

 

Take Care

Best Wishes

Bishan xxx

 

PS – Thanks again to everyone who helped me along the way – I really appreciate it!

 

PPs – I give my sincere apologies for those nice people whose lives and important events I missed out on whilst in this intense study period. Sorry for missing parties, and all the communication about important things (including births, and deaths of loved ones). I endeavour to get in touch in the months ahead – please don’t take it personally.

The Ripple Effect

Every drop of effort counts,

Don’t underestimate the power of the mind,

Love, then trust, and see what you will find?

For the world is not what it seems on the surface.

 

Those who have the courage are the ones that beam,

Using energy, inspiration and gratitude as a team,

 

With positivity, we can only but learn,

Growing like a fern,

Unfolding and understanding,

That in fact “to try our best” is to actually “to be” our best,

 

Beckoning success as our “fate”,

Accepting this journey in “flow-state”,

 

For after all,

To be fast is really to be slow,

And to question wisely, is perhaps to know.

 

26-6-17   Taking the plane home after after an inspiring journey to Melbourne indulging in the world of resuscitation and trauma management at Andy Buck’s ETM course (i.e. th Emergency Trauma Management course). I have come away with a multidisciplinary, multi background “total immersion educational experience” in trauma management. As part of this one of the highlights was meeting some wonderful and inspiring people coming from different stages of training (residents through to experienced and creative consultants educators in EM and Anaesthetics) and coming from different backgrounds of practice (eg. rural GP anaesthetists, Public Health anthropologists, experienced life-style oriented career medical officers) who are perhaps helping us lead health care into better directions.

Thanks for a great course everyone – it really hit the spot! 🙂



 

Two Poems for champions of my heart

Equality

 

We are all equal,

There is no sequel,

For we have only this one life.

 

Heaven or strife,

This is our choice,

 

So use your voice,

And your heart,

To rise above the dirt.

 

Make use of your mirth,

That heals up the scars and the pain,

 

Let it flow, let it rain,

 

For perhaps solace lies in the “insane”,

Who can feel the beauty of the life that we live,

Giving of ourselves without a seconds thought.

 

 

16-6-16

 

At the moment my world is inundated with study, work and exams.

As I am progressing through the arduous and challenging joruney of completing specialist training in Emergency medicine, most aspects of my life outside medicine have taken a back seat, to dedicate focus to wards the path of learning the matrix of what is is to be a specialist. I am doing what I feel is effective, and and have learned to possibly be helpful, such as reading widely in books, attending practice exams, studying alone and in groups. I have sometimes been sharing the highs and lows with others on the path, but mostly experiencing them alone, in a solitude that will never be known to the world at large (apart from in daring writings such at this).

Today I learned of the exam results being released for the OSCE (objective, skills and clinical examination), and it is with great joy and simultaneous sadnesss that I heard of the success and failure of friend who are dear and near to me in both my heart, but in terms of the journey that all fellowship candidates are on, past and future.

In the joy of one particular friend I breathed a breath of relief, and for others I shared in a gasp of despair. It seems unfair that some individuals who have such a heart, such skill, and such potential for this profession, have not made it through (this time) final gate of a greater than 10 year training. Whilst this exam processess is well intentioned, and designed to empower these very qualities, it can arguabley, on occasions, be seen to perhaps fall short of what it set out to achieve.

As a researcher in education systems, and someone who has been observing their own progression through various stages of a very diverse journey of education in the arts, sciences, surgery, research and now emergency medicine, I am acutely aware that “assement” and “qualification” are but a prediction tools of relative certaintainty, but are simultanously not gold standards in this objective. In my own endeavours to help improve education and assesment systems, I’ve realised that training, sitting exams, and passing are but steps on a much greater journey, in which the destination can perhaps never fully be realised, for it is ever-evolving.

So then how do we evaluate the concepts of failure, or success?

Is it not an imaginary line (albeit, calculated through a process and mechanism), on a continuum of life-long learning?

Perhaps in specialist training, and many other forms of education for that matter, this line forms a both an psychological, and actual barrier to progression. I wonder how well the impact of examinations correlate to the end product of achieving skilled, well rounded individuals?

These may seem like esoteric questions, but to an educational researcher they questions that could potentially form a life’s work.

 

Coping with Success and Failure – through the relationships we make along the way

As a friend who was studying for his own specialist exam in another field, Anaesthetics, once reminded me “failure is an event, not a person” (taken from a line provided by personal development legend Zig Ziglar). This advice came in incredibly handy when I sat, and failed, my own big exam, the fellowship “written” exam. I have now been studying for a whole year since then, whilst working, getting over the loss of esteem, and building an entirley new strategy. If I pass this time around in August, I have the opportunity and privelidge to sit the same exam, the OSCE, that I am celebrating and mourning the results of with my friends, who are at this next stage.

It seems like a very long and uncertain journey, and perhaps this is why the final result will be so very special.

However, in the meantime there is so much pain, and equivalent joy. The joy partly lies in the hope of achieving what I set out to do, partly in feeling the success of others, but perahps the most guaranteed joy of all, is the wonderful relationships that are forged along the way – irrespective of outcome.

When studying for this exam we are in positions of vulnerability and humilty that most would not actively choose to occupy. Some, perhaps, will quickly forget how uncomfortable it feels to not definitely know if one can make it “there”, whilst others will never forget, no matter how well they perform, for it is in their nature to help others on the path.

Two of these such people, who are always there to help others, ironically did not pass the the OSCE this time around (and I’m sure there will be more good candidates to come, who also didn’t pass, for the OSCE has a pass rate often hovers around the 50%, or less, mark).

Perhaps you also know someone like this, someone who is clearly capable and desrving of such a pass? Perhaps it is even you, the reader.

Whatever the case, the following poem wholeheartedly dedicated to all of you, and all of “us”, life-long learners, who courageously endeavour to live, learn and love.

 

Wisdom, compassion and humility

 

Champions of wisdom, compassion and humility,

Using a pathway to divinity,

That has guided us thus far,

 

Whether we drive a sailboat or in a car,

The vehicle is of no consequence,

If we are not guided by light.

 

Use your sight to look within,

And feel the unity of “Humanity”,

As we once knew and later forgot,

 

We only have this shot,

To get it right,

To live without fright,

For there is really no fight,

 

When we use our energies together at large,

Voyaging in natures communal barge,

That can only be experienced as “Love”.

The whale inside

The whale is inside,
Please don’t let it hide,

For you are destined for the ocean,
This magic potion that keeps us alive,

Energy is why we thrive.

So do not waste time on what matters least.
Instead have a feast,

On what you know to be true.

Endure the pain,

For soon will come the rain,
Washing you to shore,

And once more you will rise,
When we finally realise,

That love is the only prize.

8-7-16.

Last night I had a dream about whales playing in the ocean.

I have a special connection with whales ever since a close encounter that I had with them 3 years back.

I met someone randomly at the gym a few days ago. As I entered the room he came up to me and asked me about my experience on that fateful Sunday when I was knocked out by one of the most majestic marine mammals to roam the planet.

This person went on to tell me about his own amazing encounter with whales whilst surfing only a week back. He was just surfing by Stanwell Park, in the Illawarra when he was surrounded by a whole heard of whales, curious and interactive.

My new found friend and I seemed to connect on many levels. It was refreshing to meet someone like this, who was incidentally a masters student in Medical Philosophy, doing some fascinating research, because we seemed to be invigorated by a discussion about the bigger picture that often seems to be lost on so many who are caught up on the rat race of life.

Perhaps only those who are truly open to the great majesty and force of nature will be even close to expressing how beautiful it is to behold. This is something we both could relate to, and it wasn’t just about an experiment with whales, it was more about recognizing the gift of nature that is there every moment we are aware.

“In the stillness of a single moment of nature doth the power lie”

I never really know what the purpose of the whale’s message was, but perhaps if we love ourselves enough, we can find a part of their wisdom within us.

 

Where science and art meet

Where science and art meet,

Is a very special street,

 

That is more of treat than a destination,

A special universal creation,

 

The speaks the truth of this moment,

As we see it,

 

Do not try and understand,

Simply “Be it”,

 

For whether this place lies under you feet,

Or becomes the seat,

 

That you chose to dwell upon,

You will always find Love,

 

In every direction you look,

If only you can let go of the hook,

 

That keeps you trapped in the mind.

 

Learn to be kind,

And awken the blind,

 

Within you.

 

Those who understand this are few,

But still seek out this special crew,

 

Because this “peace” in life is long overdue.

 

12-6-16

Right now I am feeling quite blessed to be in London, spending the night in a hotel room with my beloved father who I owe so much to. So humble, so caring, the man who taught me what sharing was all about, modelled through the way he lived his life, and the way he provided for his family.

Sometimes when you are the recipient of great genenrosity there can be an immense pressure to reciprocate rather than appreciate. At present I choose to focus on the latter, and perhaps it is my deep connection with the arts that I can see things from a number of perspectives.

During the last 48 hours I have had a brief trip through “London town” which has felt quite special, if not magical, meeting and reconnected with family and wonderful friends. In such a short period of time I feel as if I have journeyed through a diverse range of geography, society, history, and art.

Some of the many highlights include a brief stay with my father in the centre of London, both of us respectively on transit between medical conferences, and having a brief yet meaningful walk along the Southbank of the Thames river. I also managed to pleasurably catch up with a range of friends and relatives including during a short space of time.

This included a dear old friend and flatmate who introduced me to the world of playback theatre many years ago and is now a dance movment therapist; an educational child psychologist who is nearing the end of her doctorate on the use of mindfulness training in schools; a special primary school friend who I have kept in touch with from the days of attending a British international school in Saudi Arabia during the 90’s, and of course the friend who introduced me to a form of mindfullenss training during my PhD fieldwork in Sri Lanka, himself an interesting medical doctor, and researcher in mindfullness medicine.

Finally, my stay in London culiminated with a night out with my dear cousin and her dancer friends in Covent Gardens. My cousin, herself an performing Flamenco dancer, and successful business woman and my old medical muso friend from Sydney, who happened to be visiting London, catching up with his own old friend who likes to experience life to its fullest.

I couldn’t help but reflect that after a weekend of exploration through science (a world that I am embedded within), mindfullness, and travel, it was the perhaps on the dance floor of what seemed like an exclusive London arts club that I again remember the salient importance of music, dance and art, and the quote shared with me by my cousin earlier that night.

“civilizations aren’t remembered by their business people, bankers or lawyers. They are remembered by their arts” – Eli Broad.

This morning as I was leaving on a bus to Victoria station where I would catch a train to the airport, I couldn’t help but notice, one more time, the increadible depth of art that I was surrounded by in London.

Onwards and upwards to #smaccDUB

So as I head towards one foremost conferences in critical care – SMACC Dub (Social Media and Critical Care) I am looking forward to experience more science, and but also more art and creativity. For whilst this conference that is touted at being one of the most dynamic in the arena of critical care, it has also proved to be a meeting place for some of the brightest and creative ideas in health care of modern times.

I am so looking forward to Dublin!!

 

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