Sunglasses

We had a healing conversation. A deep sharing. A ceremonial ending. He was wearing his sunglasses. I go back in my mind – was it real? When I can’t see your eyes, I don’t fully feel our dance.

What is the thing I want the most?? BELONGING. It shows up everywhere in my life…..my wanting of this elusive concept. The spiritually inclined say…..you have to belong to yourself and that is the solution. I don’t think that is the full story. I think we are a social animals and we need to have roles in our pack or tribe. I feel fragile in my existense in the web of humanity around me. I don’t have clarity on my… Read More »Belonging

To that man, who came over to our table in the restaurant/bar ……to tell me I looked magnificent. Thank you!! That was ballsy! and even though you walked away and me and my 4 girlfriends laughed…..don’t think I wasn’t touched. As a woman who was mesmorized by the beauty of my childhood best friends and then the women on my soccer team, comparing myself to them and deciding I had such a long way to go to be anything like… Read More »Courage

This was years ago and this was the last time I felt American spirit moving through me. I was SO pumped for the U.S.A womens soccer team to beat out the rest of the other countries! i had a go U.S.A party at my house. Now, years later….living in Mexico and hanging out with Brits has me singing a whole new AMerica tune. But i do feel a tinge of …..haha we beat you 🙂 and i’m glad we did.

Feeling SO done with The Covid!! What a fucking journey!! And today I learned that Mexico is back on High alert. All the hospital beds in Cabo are filled. No tourists allowed. Apparently its raging in Todos Santos. when Oh When Will this end???! I was just getting used to the idea of maybe just maybe not having to remember my mask as I wisk out the door. Please god make it stop!!

Virginia Lee’s book, Little House, scarily captures what I see happening all around me.My parents bought this book when my brother and I were young and it was easily in our top 3 favorites. We read it over and over again. And now, ironicially, it seems to be the story I live in. That is…….the story of Development. We watched, powerless as they built over our baseball field. The place that holds some of my most delighted feelings of freedom.… Read More »The Little House

This perfectly sums up how my “Education” felt to me. Now I’m attending World Universtiy and Truly learning and getting my ass kicked and…..sometimes, having a grand time.

Thank god for books. For the people who are wiling and motivated to sit down and toil out their experience walking in this big wide world. Angels, they are.

The world was calling…………then home was calling. Quick Trip! (how could it not be on that beautiful Red thing!). Brown and blonde back to Brrrr and more Brrrr! But home is home and sometimes you just need HOME. Home is always calling. Maybe one of these days I will cross the threshold and cultivate it to sustain me for a long go of it!