In my novel, I wrote about Michael and Monique walking beneath a Chagall sky—it was an image that came to me after spending an afternoon reading a book on the great artist Marc Chagall and then going for a walk under one of the amazing sunsets we have here out in Southern California. Recently, we’ve had repeated gorgeous nights of such great beauty I never could have imagined while living under the eternal ashen skies of Boston and New York during most of my life. I often wonder if my Kafka/ Beckett influenced vision of the world would ever have taken hold if I grew up on the west coast, and now I question how much our environment affects our world view. Of course, these days with the dangerously absurd leader of the country turning our lives into a living and breathing Bosch-like nightmare canvas (creating chaos to oppress by fear), I think the public rancor and turmoil shape how we see things. The ugly public discourse and a pitch-black picture of a world on the brink of calamity intentionally painted at the top to keep us in darkness can be crippling. For years, people would say to me, “why is your outlook so dark?” and it was because my world was drained of beauty and light. Now please don’t think I will ever buy into the Pollyanna, everything is beautiful view of life promoted by pop culture to mitigate the despair we live with and which usually hides in the shadows (we also tend to avert our eyes away from those in pain or the dispossessed), but when I actually open my eyes to the wonders of the world the way Van Gogh, Monet and others saw them (despite personal torment), it gives me hope in truly grim, combustible times. I guess we all need to find the color in our lives wherever we can. #writing#writersofinstagram#art#beauty#writer#chagall#sunset#author#authorsofinstagram
One of the biggest reasons why the case I assisted & the incision i did was important to me & has left a huge impact on me, is because of the people i was surrounded by.
Energy & attitude are vibes that get transmitted. My consultant was amazing. Incredibly supportive, encouraging & respectful of me. His body language & verbal skills did not allow anyone junior to him, speak to me in a rash or inconsiderate manner. The way he was encouraging me, did not allow any of his subordinates dispose off my presence. They made sure i was a part of everything even after the consultant left.
I have been in OTs where the consultant is so ill-mouthed that the one hour of operation becomes a torture cell for girls who cannot take part in word vomits or those who cannot pretend to laugh at racist or sexist jokes.
I have been in OTs where the consultant was in so much hurry to leave, that he did not teach me a word, which lead the anaesthesiologist & the technician to behave like I wasn’t there.
Its difficult for girls out there. Its a fact. We fight for everything, we make a world out of the smallest achievements.
Good people make it easier.
Have you ever had good or bad experiences of such kind? Share below cuz i would love to know your share of struggles ❤️
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