Epiphanies always come when you least expect them. Sitting in the W lobby on first arriving in NY on Thursday afternoon – my body trying to withstand a system crash from too much champagne the night before coupled with only a fist full of trail mix on a Jet Blue flight – not too long later upchucked – while L was in the bathroom I noticed a man sitting across from me – a tall, dark and very handsome man who was almost frowning. I looked at him and signalled with a tug at the corner of my mouth and he got the message and laughed. He ended up sitting next to us and L began a conversation with him that led to him telling us how he had left the corporate world 18 years ago and started a nonprofit for inner city kids – he wanted to do something that was in his heart – L was intrigued because he is searching for his next career.<\/p>\n
It took a while, but today on a long, long bike ride, I realized that I have been moving off center again – I’ve lost track of the elephant book I want to collaborate on with S & H in Arkansas (I was reminded of this by an article in the WSJ), I have become unfocused on wanting to be a guardian angel for a child who needs my help and resources (this becoming more clear as I read The Blind Spot about a woman who made a difference in a child’s life), and I’ve found myself reverting to the old me in my relationships with men (a few twisted dreams brought this home to me). <\/p>\n
Life is all about stumbling and picking yourself up and dusting yourself off and moving forward. Leon E. Haynes caught my attention because he was a man who seemed to be carrying the world on his shoulder, Atlas style, he tugged at my primordal instincts to take care of – I realized somewhere around Leon C. Simon this morning that I’m done taking care of men – I am only going to take care of me, a child, and\/or my mother – not a man. Not again. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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