08/06/2026
MWHC Musings: Entrust
Eight years ago, I didn’t simply leave a job. I entrusted my heart to a different way of practicing medicine—not because the path was certain, but because love was worth the risk.
When I look back on MWHC, I don’t first think about starting a business. I think about a heart that said yes.
Brené Brown reminds us that the root of the word courage is cor—the Latin word for heart. In one of its earliest forms, courage meant “to speak one’s mind by telling all one’s heart.”
I’ve been wondering if there is another dimension of courage.
Not only speaking our whole heart into the world, but entrusting it.
Some decisions are made with our minds.
Others are pondered in our hearts until, one day, we realize they’ve quietly become the life we’re living.
Perhaps the deepest movements of our lives are less about certainty and more about entrusting our hearts.
At the time, I only knew I longed to practice medicine differently—to know my patients, have time, listen, be present, and care for the whole person.
Once our hearts are entrusted, everything else begins to follow—our work, our families, our dreams, our relationships, our lives.
That’s why MWHC grew into what it did: the rocking chairs, the unhurried conversations, these Musings, knowing patients by name, the stories they carry, their Word of the Year, and the feeling people describe when they walk through our doors.
None of it was born of a branding strategy. It grew from the kind of medicine I hoped to practice.
I wonder if the deepest movements of life are simpler than I once imagined.
We are held by grace and slowly awaken to our wholeness.
Little by little, entrustment becomes less a choice we make and more the way we navigate uncertainty.
Not to wait until life feels safe.
Not to wait until every answer is clear.
We entrust our hearts where love calls us, because love is always worth the risk.
Peace, health, and wholeness,
Arlene
