connection – Reaching Joy

Storyline

These television shows they don’t get old, just re-installing the storyline in my brain: date date date, match – compatibility, latch How about I just be about me for a change, the only thing I want to do anyway. Stop telling me to believe in astrology; Who knows what the stars are telling us, butContinue reading “Storyline”

A Share

Well, a TED talk share: http://www.ted.com/talks/robb_willer_how_to_have_better_political_conversations “Empathy and respect. Empathy and respect. If you think about , it’s the very least we owe our fellow citizens.”

S

Your story, as important as it has become to you in this life, is just a story. There is something bigger at work here. Your story, as important as it has become to you in this life, is just a letter. It’s the letter “S” with its roadway curves and lack of edges–Continue reading “S”

My Life

All I want to do with my life is love. And we can all do it. There is no obstacle too large. You’re not always going to be happy. And you certainly will not always make others happy. But you can always love. I believe that is why we are here…we can knowingly go outContinue reading “My Life”

Sitting at LACMA

We are never stuck in ourselves my feet planted on concrete connected to ambivalent sky as the trees sway to the rhythm of wind that played on my ancestors’ cheeks. June 13, 2015

Teacher

In times of good and bad I let nature be my teacher. One leaf sways as gently as a summer song, not so I can sing along– but to remind me that I belong in these last pieces of greenery, they are not simple scenery they are our home a good climb upon a hill doesContinue reading “Teacher”

Home

Home is so much bigger than it used to be, now. The plane touches down and part of my soul is granted the peace of knowing that it is back to where it started. But what about yesterday? What happens to the people I met in an across-the-country-state where the sun blooms inContinue reading “Home”

A Sailor

You cannot put people into buckets for when the rain comes a bucket will only hold so much– and yet a friend holds all a boy once told me that I had the eyes of a sailor, on the lookout for my crew I knew I’d board one day when the weather was right, all people, legs andContinue reading “A Sailor”