Identity

Revolutionary: Spaces for Listening

What do you gift yourself when you have everything you can buy and are unable to have what you really want, for your birthday? I was supposed to be working abroad, in my favourite country with my favourite colleagues and when that was cancelled due to Covid, my team...

Redefine professionalism at your peril

“If I want to get plastered on a Saturday night, and fight on my High Street,” a surgeon told me about 12 years ago, “ I can.”  At that time I took issue with his view, my lofty beliefs then suggesting that professionalism was something we were, part of our...

Really, really want

In the words of the 1990s pop song, what do we want? What do we really, really want?  From life? From work? From each other?  Many people have asked this question over the centuries and most of the time the answers are a variation on the same theme. As human...

Re entering the wonderful world of work.

For the first time in six months, I felt I had a place in the world again.  Six long months of uncertainty, of worry, or wondering if I would ever be needed in the ways that I was previously pre Covid. Not that we are post Covid at the moment, but we are...
Reconsidering who we are: unconscious bias

Reconsidering who we are: unconscious bias

He appeared in the door of the room I was working in. My students (a group of consultant surgeons) were taking each other through various surgical skills teaching: anastomosing chicken legs; suturing banana skins, and having great fun. Only I noticed the man at the...

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Re-positioning: Do our emotions have memories?

Re-positioning: Do our emotions have memories?

Sometimes I think my emotions run through my veins where everyone else’s run through their arteries. I don’t mean mine are limping back to the heart, oxygen delivered, pressure reduced; I mean that mine are there, visible just under the surface of the skin, not buried...

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Re-visualising: Who am I?

Re-visualising: Who am I?

I am a sponge. Some people are rocks. But I am a sponge. You can confide in rocks and whatever they do with you at the time of the confidence, it will slide off them soon after and they will carry on with their sturdy, often plodding ways. They are rocks because they...

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