I’ve never been one to watch series on cable or online (yes, Outlander is an exception), mostly because I don’t have a TV when I’m traveling. Strangely though, in this harvest season visit home, my mother has me watching Chicago Med (how many medical professionals actually like medical shows because they’re unrealistic? Just me, apparently). It is engaging at times, a complete melodrama at others. But last night one exchange caught my attention. 

Psych attending: “Do you know the etymology of psychiatry?”
Psych resident: *Blank stare*
Psych attending: “It means the healing of the soul.”

I don’t not like psych nursing, but it was never my first choice. This exchange put it in a completely new perspective. 

Another thing that can be healing for the soul is just watching the cycle of life. Going back and forth from Minnesota, I’m not there every day to see the crops, but I check in from one month to the next. The crops go from lil’ corn babies to fully grown stalks to dried and ready for harvest, and somehow it is comforting to see the cycle of birth, growth, and death, knowing that at least that will continue when everything else seems unsteady and in flux.