I’ll be writing a series of posts on something that is troubling me — our personal and collective dialog about health. We seem to be using the language of war, and our greatest opportunity is to seek peace. We speak passionately about what we don’t want, and the joy is in the aspiration, the dreams of what we want, both for ourselves and as a larger community.
I come to this from a very personal place, as well as from a place of believing, that for all of us, nothing could matter more.
Shifting our language can shift us toward more powerful and positive possibilities. I welcome your comments and stories here and on the Huffington Post.
Excerpt from the first post in the series:
I have grown weary of this American dialog, a dialog of mind at war with body. Mind always right, of course. Mind, the dictator. Mind, the jailer. Body, the servant. Body, the victim, of mind, the bully.