I don’t know why I love Christmas music like I do, but it only takes the afternoon of Thanksgiving to get me to put the playlist on. Right now, I’m watching the water reflecting on the bayou that is moving steadily away from Lake Ponchartrain. Elvis Presley is singing Silent Night, Irma Thomas just finished Holy Night. Sadness – these songs seem tinged in sadness. Our house is crowded with menorahs on the counter, nuts…
We loaded up the truck and headed to Franklinton this morning to spend the day with family giving thanks and to visit my mom’s grave and change her flowers to winter peonies from the faded sunflowers that have been there since Mother’s Day. Part of me was born from that land – the summers spent at my grandmother’s digging through the hay in the barn, washing horses with Prell shampoo, picking watermelons out of the…
Many many years ago, my brother gave me a necklace with tiny ivory elephants on it. I used to wear it a lot and then because of the connotation of ivory and elephants I tucked it away and haven’t worn it. Yesterday, after a session with my life coach, I pulled it out to wear as a talisman. The elephant lives in the now, it’s strong, it is content, it is a being that lives…
I took a much needed road trip and headed to Hotlanta to see my friend(s) and my brother’s family. It was an unique occasion to have two of my closest friends in the same city, along with Madonna, who was the reason for the trip and turned out to be an after thought. Madonna was Madonna on steroids – she kicked up her tour from the Sticky & Sweet tour that we saw in Houston…
I was speaking to an African American woman this morning about her daughter who is trying to get pregnant. This woman has always been a big fan of Tin’s from afar and she commended me on raising him to understand that he is black and that’s his identity. I told her that his being in my life has actually opened my eyes to the African American community that I always assumed I was close to…
I arrived in Atlanta in blazing trail time and got here just long enough to circle 285 enough times to make me so very happy I live in a city where I never have to get on the freeway if I don’t want to. Good lord! The first thing I noticed when I crossed the Georgia border were the trees, multicolored, multi species, wonderful beautiful trees. Then I noticed the freeway. Then I went to…
I’m leaving this morning on a much needed road trip – there will be family, friends and Madonna in the midst. I’m leaving the LaLa and my loved ones here along with a guest from Spain to watch over things and keep the home fires burning bright. Last night, I went to the Steiner Study Group to talk about Rudolf Steiner’s Education as a Force for Social Change. We covered his first two lectures that…
Someone suggested I meet some of my peers – women over 50 who have young children. And another suggested I find a support group for those who have Hashimoto’s. Another suggested that auto-immune diseases are going around the neighborhood and perhaps there is more than just a coincidence. The truth is that it would be hard to find someone like me, a 53 year old with a 3 year old, who has Hashimoto’s Disease and…
Yoga Sutra 2.39 Aparigraha Sthairye Janmakathamta Sambodhah “When you are not looking for something that is outside of yourself, you can transcend time. You’re not afraid of the future. The past, present, and future is the same. If you see yourself as a victim of something in your past, you are attached to your past story. Let go of it and begin to transform, becoming steadfast in yourself.”– Anand Aparigraha means greed or hoarding. So…
I love this word of the day which means warm friendliness; comfortableness; coziness. and this THOUGHT FOR TODAY: The sense of wishing to be known only for what one really is is like putting on an old, easy, comfortable garment. You are no longer afraid of anybody or anything. You say to yourself, ‘Here I am — just so ugly, dull, poor, beautiful, rich, interesting, amusing, ridiculous — take me or leave me.’ And how…