"release your majestic mind, embrace your untamed spirit, and break free from captivity" in 2026

I'm not a fan of making New Year's Resolutions. It's a time-consuming process that smacks of self-discipline, grim determination, and Herculean effort...and it often ends in failure. So, last year, I turned my attention to wishful thinking. This has a more optimistic ring to it. It suggests we believe...or hope...that the new year holds limitless possibility for us...the possibility that good will come to us, that our burdens will be lifted, that help is available. It enables us to envision a world at peace, to imagine an end to poverty and hunger, to hope for an elusive cure, to pray for an end to suffering. 

Unfortunately, that didn't seem to work too well, either...given the fact that the shift toward world peace, compassion, and caring I was wishing for never materialized. Instead, we witnessed an escalation in greed, cruelty, and bigotry that fed into war, poverty, and pain. Fear. Dread. Despair.

So...what now? 

If 2025 was a difficult year for you...because of illness or loss, because of hunger or homelessness, because of loneliness, or failure, or rejection, or simply because you stay abreast of the news...how will you navigate 2026? Because, trust me, we will be tested. We will witness heartbreaking cruelty toward immigrant families and children. We will see an uptick in preventable diseases affecting our children. The LGTBQ+ community will suffer. We will feel the pain of racism, misogyny, injustice, and greed. Of war. We already feel it. And we will feel helpless to change it. We already do.

Which is why I believe that self-care will be more important than ever in the New Year. 

"Self-care is a divine responsibility."

~Danielle LaPorte~

This may include a few traditional resolutions like exercising more, improving your diet, or balancing your budget...but it involves so much more. Here is some advice for the New Year from people I admire and respect:

"Be good to yourself. 

If you don't take care of your body, where will you live?"

~Kobi Yamada~

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"Do more of what makes you happy."

~attribution unknown~

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"Tell the negative committee that meets inside your head

to sit down and shut up."

~Ann Bradford~

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"Release your majestic mind,

embrace your untamed spirit,

break free from captivity..."

~Melanie Muller~

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"Everybody should be quiet

near a little stream and listen."

~Christopher Robin~

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"Tell your story

with your whole heart."

~Brene Brown~

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"Keep close to Nature's heart...

and break clear away once in a while,

and climb a mountain or spend a week

in the woods.

Wash your spirit clean."

~John Muir~

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"Walk as if you are kissing the earth

with your feet."

~Thich Nhat Hanh~

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"Never stop questioning."

~Albert Einstein~

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That's just for starters. Above all, remember this:

"The bad news is: a lot can change in a year.

The good news is: a lot can change in a year."

~attribution unknown~

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In the meantime, my New Year's wish for you is for deep peace, however you imagine it, whatever it takes for you to embrace a few moments of it, whomever you choose to share it with. 

How will you take care of yourself and those you love in the New Year?

Remember that those who are difficult to love need it, too.

They probably need it the most.

jan

 

"whisper words of wisdom" on Christmas day

"Always be prepared

for something amazing to happen."

~Melanie Perkins~

Wishing everyone pure joy and boundless optimism this Christmas.

If yours can't be merry this year, then may it at least be white.

If you don't care for snow, may it simply be...enough.

~www.tcpalm.com~

Words of wisdom:

"Let it be."

~John Lennon~

jan

welcoming winter

By now, my family and friends are probably tired of hearing me wish them a Merry White Christmas. To them a snowy Christmas means that guests may not make it in time for the festivities. The kids might not get home. It means getting snarled up in traffic as they scramble to pick up the last gift or two. They may not make it to the grocery store.

www.townandcountryshuffle.com

 

I get it...but still, I love winter and I would give anything for a white Christmas. Why?

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"It is the hope of the crystal,

the architect of the flake,

the fire of the frost,

the soul of the sunbeam.

This crisp winter air is full of it."

~John Burroughs~

 



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"The woods are lovely, dark and deep..."

~Robert Frost~

 

 

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"When I no longer thrill to the first snow of the season.

I'll know I'm growing old."

~Lady Bird Johnson~

 

 

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"I prefer winter and fall--

when you can feel the bone structure of the landscape--

the loneliness of it--

the dead feeling of winter.

Something waits beneath it.

The whole story doesn't show."

~Andrew Wyeth~

 

 

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  "When snow falls,

nature listens."

~Antoinette von Kleeff~

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"I am younger each year at the first snow.

When I see it, suddenly, in the air

all little and white and moving,

then I am in love again and

I believe everything."

~Ann Sexton~

 

 Happy Winter Solstice!

Deep peace of the winter solstice to you.

Deep peace of the falling snow to you.

Deep peace of the love of friends to you.

Deep peace of the gentle deer to you.

Deep peace of the moon and stars to you.

 ~author unknown~

jan





what can killers teach us?

 

Like most of you, I was horrified to wake up on Monday morning to news of a second mass shooting in two days, over the weekend, one at Brown University and another on Bondi Beach in Australia. And, in case you missed them, the shootings that also unfolded under the radar in Greenville, N.C., in Brooklyn, N.Y., and in Cleveland, Ohio. As reality started to sink in, it occurred to me how many layers there are to these stories.

"Man is unique in

organizing the mass murder

of his own species."

~Aldous Huxley~

The unfathomable grief blanketing the friends and families of the victims. The shock. The anger, fear, and sorrow they will shoulder for the rest of their lives.

"No one ever told me

that grief felt so like fear."

~CS Lewis~

The aftermath of trauma the survivors face. The pain. The scars. The horror.

"I'm standing in the ashes

of who I used to be."

~Mallika Dodeja~

 

You have to wonder if the courage and resolve it took for first responders to act at the scene didn't falter just a bit. Maybe, a lot. You have to wonder how those images are carved into their psyches. Into their hearts.

 

And who doesn't want to know what drives a person to commit murder in the first place? Not to excuse them or to forgive them, but to understand how something like that takes root in a human heart. To fathom what it takes to plant the seeds of hatred, violence, and dispassion in the mind of someone who was born an innocent child?

 

What about the parents and families of these men? Mystery abounds. Speculation grows. Will we ever know the truth? Will we ever hear their stories?

 

"There is no greater agony

than bearing an untold story

inside you."

~Maya Angelou~

 

What about the nurses and doctors who dropped everything to tend to the influx of trauma patients on short notice. How did they get through it?
 

Does it help those of us who practice narrative medicine to tell our stories? Does anyone benefit from hearing them? What can we learn from victims and patients? What can killers teach us? Nick Flynn knows. Author of "Another Bullshit Night in Suck City" and "The Ticking Is the Bomb," his mother took her own life. Suddenly. So, he knows.

 

SUDDEN

~by Nick Flynn~

 

If it had been a heart attack, the newspaper

might have used the word massive,

as if a mountain range had opened

inside her, but instead

 

it used the word suddenly, a light coming on

 

in an empty room. The telephone

 

fell from my shoulder, a black parrot repeating

something happened, something awful

 

a Sunday, dusky. If it had been

terminal, we could have cradled her

as she grew smaller, wiped her mouth,

 

said good-bye. But it was sudden,

 

how overnight we could be orphaned

& the world become a bell we'd crawl inside

& the ringing all we'd eat.

 

jan

not so distant memories

I practiced medicine for over thirty years before I retired a few years back. I saw thousands of patients during my career. How is it, then, that the distant memory of one of them popped into my mind for no particular reason this week? After nearly fifty years.

"A memory is what is left

when something happens and does not 

completely unhappen."

~Edward de Bono~

The patient (I still remember her name) was admitted to my service with a classical case of bacterial endocarditis--an infection of one of her heart valves that resulted from a congenital defect. She was in her forties. Unfortunately, she experienced one of the dreaded complications of the condition when she suffered a stroke that left her unable to speak or move one side of her body. The stroke caused intractable seizures, so we ended up pumping her full of antibiotics for the infection, and antiseizure meds as she lapsed into coma. After a couple of weeks in ICU, the time arrived to make a decision regarding whether to continue life support...or not. Given her dismal propsects for recovery, the decision was made to start withdrawing treatment, little by little, to see what we ended up with. The first meds to go were the antiepileptic drugs. I can still remember the look on the nurse's face when the sedative effect of the antiseizure drugs wore off, and the patient opened her eyes for the first time. Long story, short...once the patient was awake, she made slow but steady progress until she eventually walked out of the hospital on her own. Taking her off life support brought her back to life. Her recovery was so remarkable, it has stayed with me all these years, and it just pops up every so often because it taught me a lesson.

"Somewhere, something incredible

is waiting to be known."

~Carl Sagan~

This is the thing: No one knows how memories are made, or where they're stored, or what they're made of. No one knows why some persist while others fade, or how they arise unbidden, complete with authentic emotion (sadness, anger, joy), and physical reification (shaking, nausea, sweating).

"Embodiment means we no longer say, 

I had this experience;

we say, I am this experience."

~Sue Monk Kidd~

We can, however, codify the context of memory-making and retrieval this way. Memories will be created and stored most effectively:

1. when the experience is associated with:

• fear
• pain
• anger
• sorrow
• joy 
• gratitude
• love

2. when the experience challenges us, or teaches us something new 

3. when the experience changes the course of our life, or our attitude toward it

4. when we are moved by beauty, or kindness, or a sense of calm

5. when the experience causes us to wonder, to question, or to seek an elusive answer or truth

The list goes on.

Memories foster and animate storytelling. They preserve experience, embody emotion, and teach us so we can teach others. Every so often, they re-emerge from no-one-knows-where to surprise us, to remind us where we've been, who we are, and where we're going.

"We are the universe 

experiencing itself."

~Carl Sagan~

jan

what if the tables were turned

Are you ready for Christmas? I think I am, as ready as I can be given the fact that this isn't the easiest celebration to pull off every year. A snowstorm can sweep in and ruin everything. A simple cold can lay a person low. People we love may be missing this year.

This is always a bipolar time of year for me. We can be full of eager anticipation one day...empty, the next. With the approach of Christmas, we enter a time of irreconcilable contradiction. Undeniable reminders of the dualities that coexist in our lives--joy and sorrow, poverty and wealth, anticipation and dread, indulgence and denial. Good health and bad. Which, when you stop to think about it, feels so unfair.

The problem is that I have friends who are sick...so sick, in fact, that this could be the last Christmas they see. I have friends who are grieving. I know people who are lonely. Angry. Depressed.

And most likely, you do, too.

The holidays have a way of putting life's inevitable struggles into perspective. The bright lights and merry carols that the rest of us enjoy can dampen the spirits, deepen the grief, and aggravate the loneliness that so many feel at this time of the year. 

 

www.personal.psu.edu



I wish everyone could be happy and healthy at Christmastime. That everyone was at peace. That everyone had hope. It's hard to know what to do for those who don't. What help are presents when pain is the problem?

I am left to reflect on what I think would be helpful to me if the tables were turned:

If I were sick, if I were the one receiving chemo, or struggling against pain, I would want a friend at my side. Don't bother bringing me fuzzy pink slippers or bubble bath or flowers...unless, of course, it makes you happy...in which case, bring it on! Even though it's your presence I really need.

If I were grieving the loss of a loved one--my spouse, or one of my children, or my best friend--I would want you to sit at the kitchen table with me and share stories--the sweet, funny, important moments that we enjoyed with them. I'll make the tea. You bring the cookies.

 

If my house turned to rubble in a storm or turned to cinders in a fire, I would need you to hold me up, to cheer me on, to shelter me if it came to that. Don't say, "Call me if you need anything." I would need everything, and I wouldn't have the strength to pick up the phone. Just come. Sit. Stay.

 

www.weheartit.com

 

One of the best presents we can give is exactly that--our presence. Our halting, not-sure-what-to-do-or-what-to-say presence. Our I'll-be-here-for-you-no-matter-what friendship. Our I-wish-I-could-do-more-for-you selves even though some of us may have been planning and preparing for weeks, now. Shopping. Baking. Wrapping. Tending. Caring. Hoping to make everyone happy...

...not that we have much control over it.

Still, if Christmas with your family is happy, loving, and peaceful, I wish you a merry one.

If not, I wish you hope. Courage. Friendship. Beauty. Time. Snow if you like it…sunshine if you don’t.

~What Gift Will I Give~

You have no idea how hard 

I've looked for a gift to bring you.

Nothing seemed right.

What's the point of bringing

gold to the gold mine, 

or water to the ocean.

Everything I came up with

was like taking spices to the Orient.

It's no good giving you my heart

and my soul because you already have these.

So I've brought you a mirror.

Look at yourself and remember me.

~Rumi~

jan