Dance dance dance
Dance, when you’re broken open. Dance, if you’ve torn the bandage off. Dance in the middle of the fighting. Dance in your blood. Dance, when you’re perfectly free. -Rumi ~ by Ma Deva Padma
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Author: Rachel
Rachel Dangermond is an impresario and daughter of the revolution.
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waking up happy, it’s what’s for breakfast
I woke up this morning happy as a lark – well a bloated lark – which was most likely due to the salty snacks. Yes, I broke in the stoop last night and sat outside with a friend, white wine, a sweet cigar and yes, there were salty snacks. And it made me think more about this front house design of mine – the one that called for a porch until another friend said but…
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Give me an “F”
The notion of who I am and what I want in life has surfaced more times than I can count in the last weeks and even to the point where when I went to speak on It’s New Orleans about my work on race and parenting, questions of my identity came up – since I’ve already determined all the identities I use that are fraudulent – let me add this: I’m a fraud LGBTQ as…
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And now for my work
Birth is violent, whether it be the birth of a child or the birth of an idea. Beginning stages are rough. The most giant tree begins as a tiny green sprout, but that sprout pushes dirt out of its way as it forces itself up through the earth to the sunlight. Marianne Williamson
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Growing pains
Yesterday was one of those nonstop days where everything just keeps getting pushed further out till day and night run together into one long dreamy sequence. I spent the day moving this bad daddy of cupboards into the house: This was one of those purchases I did not want to pass up – I needed a cupboard and cabinet space and this one screamed to me from the get go. It’s all cypress and was…
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Art imitating life
So where did I leave off? Was it somewhere where I was tip toeing through the tulips and espousing grandiose feelings of joie de vivre? Perhaps, or if not, let’s start there. I’ve come to realize that life is what you make of it and your body and your mind can be transformed by your will. Seriously. Does it happen often? Not often enough. I’d have to say that four days into Tin loving on…
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Clarity under a rock
Tin woke this morning with fever again and he clung to my body and would not stop saying, “I love you.” How is it that you want these moments and when they come you’re worried more than overjoyed? His fever has subsided but then again so has the thermometer – which broke the last time we took it – (97°) – and so deep breath and here we go, day three of the Summer Cold.…
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Words to avoid – no, not, and don’t
Yesterday, I was doing the phones – boom boom boom – and then ran out to do a podcast about Transracial Parenting and segued to the American Sector for a drink with a friend, and then Ogden Museum to hear Andrew Duhon, a singer/songwriter who not just because of the fact that he called me radiant, is now on my playlist. And I came home and got in bed and my head was reeling and…
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Fake it till you become it
My mother told me she didn’t know where I got my confident attitude from – she said she would see me walking out of school when she came to pick me up and my confidence made me stand out from the rest. So maybe it’s no coincidence that a long time ago I mastered the ability to FAKE IT TILL YOU MAKE IT, which stayed with me for most of my adult life – up…
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The Universe Provides
I just handed over the keys to Tatjana’s apartment for the month of July. A local musician and yoga friend posted on Facebook that she needed a place for July and boom there it was. She said to me as I gave her the keys, “I can’t thank you both enough — it’s funny how the universe provides.” Today, I woke to Tatjana out of the country, Evan out of the country, and all four…