My days are packed, my nights are short, because I do not have time to while away the hours. Besides running two companies, I work as an investigative reporter for two other companies, and am the parent of a young child. I am on the board of an active organization involved in girl’s education. I volunteer at my son’s school. I have a puppy. I’m here to say it is exhausting this life of mine.…
I spent yesterday at a seminar about everything dreams. We heard a presentation about how dreams are a gift, and that we should receive them without judgment. A couple spoke who do dream work and they said that dreams give space to locked battles and old hurts. I did a writing workshop using the bridge dream that shook me up so much a few summers ago in Spain and inserted a character I had made…
Today, I was at the Ogden Museum for Southern Art and we were there particularly to see the Prospect 3 exhibit and while in one of the galleries a woman approached and said my name and told me she reads my blog. She introduced me to her S.O. and we all shook hands. I’ve met a few people who have followed my blog over the years – strangers not friends, well that is until we…
Today, while at the Ogden Museum visiting the Basquiat on the Bayou exhibit, Tin had his pen and pad (because he was still in Tin Tin costume minus the orange hair from the night before) and he was drawing. A woman asked him if he was an artist, and I said he’s a creative. Which means he is talented enough to create his own world, something I have been striving for my whole life. When…
I am not talking about the song from Frozen, I’m talking about what I said to Flower the other day on the phone when I said that while the world was falling down all around me, I held on with a death grip to every pillar, person and place I knew. And what I should have been doing is letting it go. This is such a hard concept for all of us who were taught…
I traveled to Bethlehem, Pennsylvania to do something I’ve been doing for almost two decades – go to a reporter’s conference. Some parts of it are old and tired (sitting in a hotel conference room with no view to the outside, eating bad food, not getting enough sleep, not even really getting to know the place you are visiting), some parts of it are familiar and new (meeting new people, deepening older relationships, and learning…
My daily meditation is sometimes eclipsed by daily life. And so it is. Namaste. I’m getting on a plane this week and I don’t even know where I’m going, if that indicates the pulse of my life at this moment. I’m caught in a spate of abundance – investigative work that is overflowing, my Transracial Parenting work that is on the ascend, motherhood that is without end. I wrote my friend and said I’d like…
Typical of this time of year in New Orleans, it is hot hot Africa hot, and then boom, a glorious week of beauty and people saying things like, “I’m starting to work out at the outdoor place in City Park,” and you wonder, why wasn’t I doing that before when it is so glorious out here. And then you turn a week and boom, it’s back to hot hot Africa hot and all those plans…
I was listening to a doctor here in the U.S. this morning who volunteers in Liberia every year and has now lost three colleagues there to ebola. She said that the stress of having to suit up each time you go into the situation, and then do it again and do it again maybe three to four times a day is like fear, release – fear, release – fear, release. And yet, she is going…
I got up early this morning when it was barely light outside and walked Stella to the neutral ground. I’m still hobbling from having dislodged my hip from its socket but the fact that I could make it two blocks to the neutral ground was good news. As we were walking, a man went up on a porch and was entering the old Victorian house when a little white dog darted off the porch, into…