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
My day in the Brothel- The Walk through
In case that I forgot that I was in a third world country, the internet went out at the hostel we were staying in, once we arrived in Kolkota. And without an Indian phone number we have been searching ever since.
So a little delayed, but here are parts 4 and 5.
I was gathering my belongings.
I was ready to return home- to my hostel. I felt light headed and drained. John, cocked his head to the side as he watched me,
“Do you still want to walk through the brothel?” 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
Have you ever had those moments either as a parent or a person that just seem like a total fail?
I’m not talking like you’re grouchy or just out of sorts, I mean like epic- utter- you’re not sure who you turned into- FAIL.
I had one of those yesterday. Total nose dive… and the weird thing is that it was like I saw myself going down. Mayday! Mayday! She’s not pulling up!!!! Continue reading
Dear sisters (and misters… this has been the request),
I want to write to those of you who are tired- tired of being brave or strong or carrying on, and to those who have a friend in this place.
Yes, in fact, I write particularly to you… you who are seeing this from the outside. Continue reading