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Wednesday, March 14, 2018 at 11:00 AM My knee taps against the kitchen cupboard while I write. Aslan my cat stirs his food. A truck rumbles past, then silence returns. I am here now. Here in this space that is everywhere, that contains each mile I’ve traveled and every tear I’ve shed.
Friday, February 9, 2018 at 12:56 PM Musing about finishing a manuscript, traveling in Africa, and meeting 50 children who were sentenced to death by their tribes.
Africa, OmoChild, SoulStrolling, Travel, Writing Wednesday, August 30, 2017 at 10:47 AM Brain fog, like pollution, slows my mind. I am here now. Trying to breathe and remember. Saying a prayer, offering a blessing of thanks and gratitude. I know that we citizens of the world are one, not us or them. I wish my beloved United States could focus on what unites rather than divides. I’ve developed a practice of sending love and light into the places where I know not how to do anything else. Houston with its flooding and hurricane. India with its poverty and pollution. A beggar who I’m hesitant to approach. America and her divided status. Love and light. Both/And. Not us or them, but rather We.
Wednesday, July 12, 2017 at 10:44 AM A border is an imaginary line, permeable, flexible, sometimes rigid. It is an illusion like the force field surrounding the Amazonian island in the movie Wonder Woman. It is a force, yes… but it can be broken and crossed, just like the path to the road less taken.
Ancestors, Books, Personal Reflection, Travel, memoir Thursday, December 1, 2016 at 4:23 AM Excerpt #1 from 2016 Self-Crafted Writing Retreat in Ubud, Bali, Indonesia
Bali, Magic, SoulStrolling, Travel, Writing