So this is Musaed and my gang and friends and me, acting all crazy, because I can’t possibly take a normal picture, not while eating smores. Nope, just not possible. I’m simply too happy with all that chocolate and marshmallow goodness.
I want to share his story with you… Continue reading
Well, we arrived safely in Kolkata and there is something about this place, like a piece of art.
The hues are rich and vibrant, buildings of lime green and rusted orange, sari’s of fuchsia and yellows. This has to be one of my favorite places on earth. So full of life. Beauty.
Oh, yes the poverty is here. Make no mistake, there is no missing that, but there is beauty as well. I suppose that is all life, dear sisters, room for poverty- physical poverty- poverty of spirit- poverty of finances- and beauty- beauty in the world around us- beauty in life- beauty in laughter.
Poverty. Beauty. Dwelling side by side. Continue reading
Sometimes when I don’t know how to express all that I am feeling I write letters, letters that are never sent and often never seen by the person I address them to.
These letters give my heart space to work things out-to have a voice. It is with caution that I write this next letter because I know how deeply my heart has been touched by this woman…. Ana. Continue reading
Okay, maybe not famous… but honestly, Bob, thank you.
I was chosen to speak at my graduation and it was because of you. I received an email that I was nominated to ‘share my story’. My story? What story? I remember thinking. I met with the gal who had sent the email and she asked if I knew why I might have been nominated. Continue reading