Writing a fixed About Me page is hard during poly-crises and personal transformation. I change by the second. So do you. Fortunately.

This space is sort of like a creative truth sanctuary. A place for soul gardening. Awakenings of my heart. My commune with Mother Nature.

I am told that these black marks on the page are uniquely experienced. If it helps, cool. If it doesn’t help, cool. Take it or leave it.

I used to (until 8/2024) carry an identity called medical doctor with an alphabet soup behind my name: a Masters in Physiology, three board-certificates in Infectious Disease, Internal medicine, and Pediatrics.

For nearly 2 decades, I sat in proximity to suffering beings. At sickbeds and deathbeds. My body is a storage center.

These are translations of my life experiences via written and visual notes.

Notes of my hand-mind.