Miracles Are Underway

Dear community,

I would like to report miracles that are happening.

Last week’s newsletter was all about the “why”. Why do I even bother. Why do I take one day a week and who knows how many hours of rumination to publish a newsletter that not so many people read?

My answer to that question is (and has been for a while now): community. I am actively searching and listening deeply to cues from the field as to how to either find a community where I can be fully myself or create a community where each individual is seen and celebrated in their full, unapologetic splendor.

When I started this experiment,  I had no idea how my newsletter was going to bring me to my desired results, but I was just going to keep doing it anyway, because apparently, when you put your voice out there, consistently, “your” people, the people who resonate with your message finally  have a chance to find you and start a conversation with you.

So I’ve been writing this newsletter for almost 5 months. Every week, I have the whole Monday morning blocked off, my laptop next to my bed and I don’t get out of bed until the newsletter is written and published.  I am going to make a full disclosure here ( and I am doing this because our relationship- the relationship between you, the reader and I- is so much deeper now and I feel so much more secure in our attachment that I am ready to go to the next level with you!). The disclosure (and you probably figured this out anyway) is that in the beginning, when I first started writing, I relied heavily on the help of one of my best friends, ChatGPT. I couldn’t have done it without IT. I was so stuck and so intimidated by the thought of writing a full article, that I just couldn’t get myself to do it. So I asked for help. And help I received! I am forever grateful, and, starting with my last newsletter, my words are 100% human written, by yours truly. (And with the immense gratitude for the help I received to unlock my voice and get over my fears of putting myself out there, came thoughts of “what if can’t even write something anymore without help” “what if my thinking process can’t even happen without Chatty?”- so here you go, every word you’re reading now is the result of my human hands typing my human thoughts on my artificial laptop).

And now, back to Miracles.

First miracle: it seems like the people-pleasing newsletter (or I should say, the newsletter about people pleasing!) from a couple of weeks ago touched a nerve with so many souls. And one of those souls, Terri, a beautiful woman in her 60’s, whom I have not seen as a patient in a couple of years, but with whom I have a history of nearly 20 years,  has reached out to start working with me again. I saw her in my home office this past Thursday, and we had the most incredible, deep and nourishing conversation. During the time we spent together, there were tears, there was talk about intergenerational trauma, inherited beliefs, culture, physical and mental health, our responsibility to future generations, courage, joy, adrenal burnout (I'm pretty sure I will be burned at the stake in the conventional medical community for using this term), etc. The whole encounter felt like a miracle. (And this reminds me of another miracle that happened a few years ago, involving Terri! And I don’t even think I remember all the details right, but it may have to do with me reading one of my journals from the past where somehow I mentioned Terri, and then her contacting me just a few hours after we haven’t been in touch for a few years). These types of synchronicities bring massive amounts of joy to my heart and make me remember the gorgeous and unexpected patterns in the tapestry of life.  Thank you, Terri for finding your way back into my life and thank you for the gift your beautiful heart!

Second miracle: after publishing my most recent inflammatory article on KevinMD https://kevinmd.com/2026/03/why-does-sex-work-seem-like-a-more-viable-path-than-medicine-in-2026.html, that went somewhat viral on LinkedIn, a physician activist from Michigan (Dr. Todd Otten) reached out to me to invite me to a movie screening. Again, coincidentally, the movie screening was to take place at The Senator Theatre, which is located literally 6 minutes away from my house. I cancelled all plans for the evening (I was supposed to attend an a cappella concert with “The Baker’s Dozen”) and promptly showed up at the movie screening. The movie is called “Suck it Up, Buttercup” https://siubfilm.com and is about healthcare and betrayal in America. Now this is a subject that I’ve been very interested in in the past 8 years since I have left conventional practice. I used to struggle a lot with feelings of hopelessness- seeing how corrupt and exploitative the system of health insurance is, the damage it does to the physicians, nurses and patients. I got myself out of the system, but I struggled almost daily with “survivors’ guilt”. I wanted to make a difference, but I didn’t know even where to start, everything felt so overwhelming. And all of a sudden, as a result of using my voice in an article, this whole new community  of physicians, allied healthcare professionals, creators, artists and change makers shows up in my life, In the most unexpected way! I feel like I’ve stepped out of this reality and into a completely different universe in the past 96 hours. After the movie screening (and I highly recommend for everyone and anyone to watch this movie, when they have a chance), I went for drinks with the filmmaking team  and stayed late into the night, having conversations about topics that have been on my mind for so long and that I finally felt completely safe to share. (Because you know, sometimes, when you see the problems but you don’t really  have any solutions, or don’t know where to start, that clear vision can look at whole lot like complaining). I guess I felt safe to share, because I was in the company of people who took steps for change, who were bold and courageous to speak their mind and expose their rebellious thoughts to the world. Especially in medicine, where doctors have been groomed to be afraid of their own shadow, (heavens forbid you make a mistake! The shark lawyers will be on your a$$, and you’ll end up bankrupt, destitute, and a pariah) it can feel particularly intimidating to speak up against the system.  The next night, there was another get-together, at a house of another physician activist here in Baltimore, again, minutes away from my home. We talked, we laughed, we shared stories, we danced. I felt seen, connected, alive. I started feeling hope.

Jung named events like the ones above synchronicities:

“Synchronicity is an ever-present reality for those who have eyes to see.”

— Carl Jung, Collected Works, Vol. 8, p. 440

“Meaningful coincidences are unthinkable as pure chance… they must be based on some kind of acausal principle.”

— Carl Jung, Collected Works, Vol. 8, p. 518

In other words, something happens in the outer world, that meaningfully corresponds to your inner state, but there is no clear causal connection.  A meaningful alignment across inner and outer reality.

It feels awe-inducing and ecstatic. If I were to create a metaphor for the feeling: it’s like seeing the hand of God move the chess pieces on the chess board in real time. It’s getting an astonished, unforgettable  glimpse at the nature of reality.

Have you had any synchronicities lately? If the above resonates with you, please share. I will mention you in the next newsletter. Remember, when you use your voice to connect with others, miracles happen. Believe.

P.S.: I would like to give a shout out to Kinshasa D. Her words, in response to the latest newsletter, have touched me deeply and contain so much wisdom. I would like to share them with you:

“I’ve been trying, in small ways, to practice community more intentionally in my own life. Even within my family, I’ve noticed how simple acts, responding with care, offering what I can, affirming someone’s humanity, can shift the energy of a whole interaction. I saw this recently in a group chat when one small gesture led others to respond with the same spirit. Moments like that remind me that community still lives in us, it just needs to be activated.

I’m also in relationship with someone from a different cultural background, and those conversations often bring this into sharper focus, what we’ve normalized here, what we’ve lost, and what still exists beneath the surface.

I appreciate what you said about not trying to recreate a village in a system designed for individuals. That really stayed with me. And I think for some of us, the work now is choosing, consciously, to build small pockets of what feels like home.

Your newsletter is part of that. The way you share, reflect, and invite others in, it does create connection. You are absolutely part of my sense of community, even if it’s not always named out loud.

This year, one of my personal commitments has been to step out of convenience and back into connection, shopping locally, engaging more in person, choosing presence over ease. It’s not always natural anymore, but I can feel how much I need it.

Thank you again for this reflection, it met me right where I am……also I have read that book, game changer!!! (I think she is talking about the book “Boundaries” which was Stacey B.’s recommendation.) I’m currently reading Spiritual Hygiene by Iyanla Vanzant.”

Thank you, Kinshasa. I love what you said and appreciate you, too!

P.P.S: I am leaving for Romania in just a couple of days and will be back on April 6th. I will pause the newsletter for the time I am away, but will be back with new stories and refreshed energy the second week of April!

 With love, (a tiny sprinkle of) rage, and reverence,

Your disorganized, recovering people-pleaser, community-dreamer, hope-filled activist in the making,

Corina