Tomorrow I head back to my mountain home in North Carolina, post Africa and a family visit. Now the real work of integration begins. I feel the future inviting me into it. What a delicious call. Here I come.
I saw a very well done, older movie tonight with Meryl Streep called First Do No Harm. It is a true story about a family whose youngest member developed epilepsy and then became almost a prisoner of the medical system, with the Mother being made into a criminal when she
I am in a liminal space here in Iowa after the trip to Kenya and before I get back to North Carolina. My psyche is absorbing the experiences and readjusting. One thing I cannot stop thinking about is that in working with the young girls in Kibera who are traumatized
I remember regularly Buckminster Fuller’s words that if everyone would make a commitment to start telling always and only the truth, the problems of the world would be cleared up swiftly. Imagine. I just saw a movie that showed the worst case scenarios with plots of politics, passions, failing businesses
I saw a YouTube video today that really moves me. Check it out. Type in The Empathic Civilization. It is a brief lecture by Jeremy Rifkin, illustrated in a very creative way, addressing a controversy ubiquitous among us as humans – are we natural amoral competitors, killers and aggressors, or
I slept today all day in a bit of a sick delirium, and as I awakened over and over I was groping for words from a poem in Rilke’s Book of Hours. I am not at home now so I can’t go to my library to find them, as I
I have been living with the vivid memory of abandoned, abused and extremely poor children in Kabira while reintegrating into the privileged world on this continent. I am thinking that no matter where we live, at whatever level of lack or abundance, the need to be loved appears to be
Tonight in between fireworks displays from our glass house over the Mississippi River in Iowa, we watched the movie The Last Station about the last years of Leo Tolstoy and his wife Sofya. It is an extraordinary film, very well done. It mostly describes the conflict between Tolstoy’s movement, his
I’m not sure my spirit has arrived back from Africa along with my body. I can close my eyes and vividly see and sense everything there. It’s still very close. In any ritual or rite of passage, the final phase of reincorporation – successful and care-filled reintegration back into the
After two days of travel without sleep, being sick, and much to process – finally home from Africa I went into my room, pulled all of the shades to sleep all night and most of the next day in a womb-like, cave-like space. I’m going back into it shortly. To