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Strip search

I know someone who is putting off travelling because of the increased security measures at airports.  It got me thinking about whether or not I would make the same decision and postpone my trip if there was a high chance that I would have to endure a strip search.  The more I thought about it, the more I was convinced that I would not change any plans to travel.

The subject came up again while talking with another friend yesterday.  She told me that she refuses to travel on commercial airlines.

What’s your opinion about travelling by commercial planes today?

Be impecable with your word

In the title of this post, I am paraphrasing from one of The Four Agreements (by Miguel Ruiz) – a book I read years ago.

A convesation this morning sparked my pondering – so here goes.

What if when speaking in our head, outloud, or with another, we only said that which we didn’t mind to have published for all to see?  Think about it.

I am not talking about sensoring what comes our of our mouth but truly a deeper state of knowing that which we care enough to say even to ourselves in the privacy of our own thoughts.

At first, attempting to do this, I hear the chaos of loud chatter – words crowding and interrupting – competing and struggling to be heard.  But with time, I hear the silence.

It’s pleasant.

My Taxi is waiting

My Taxi is Waiting

I wander through the fog,
chasing myself around whisps of white;
a fairyland behind my eyes,
of images diverse,
specifics not in site.

But fog is ethereal,
my life cannot be,
I step off the train and out of my mind,
the platform solid beneath me – my taxi is waiting.


two good friends of mine, in two years, have committed suicide.  the first one was an ex boyfriend.  he blew his head off with a gun, while his autistic child was upstairs unattended.  that one i didn’t feel too good about.  the second was a homeopathy colleague who had MS.  he planned it and told me about it well in advance.  he also had the courtesy to come visit me in a dream some time afterwards, to reassure me.  i feel completely differently about this suicide.

i dont seem to have much more to say about it right now.  i have a lot of feelings and thoughts but i’m hoping someone else will say something about suicide.  basically anything.


At lunch today, it struck me how we only seem to get together around a problem or an issue. 

As a community, lately, we are all concerned about having our particular point of view heard… That is a direct mirror to the fact that my friend and I had not gotten together for lunch until we had some issue that we wanted to fight for.  We both smiled at the realization. 

I want to live in a community that is connected by something bigger.  Maybe a love for our town, maybe a love for our children, our horses, our desert… whatever it is, it has to be something that inspires us to rally together.  For me I’m inspired by the idea that I belong to a community.  So if for me community is at the heart of what I work for, then it will not matter that some members of my community and I disagree.  The gatherings will have a celebratory nature in the getting together.  Whether we agree to disagree in the end becomes less the focus and we concentrate on the fact that we are talking and getting to know each other.  Finding out what is at the heart of the person across from you. 

When two connect, spirit is present.

I wonder how many others are craving the same thing I’m craving.

Mom, why do we need another store?

When my son heard that our town council has approved a rezoning request to allow Walmart to open one of their stores on an already busy and overtaxed intersection, he asked: “Mom, why do we need another store?”

The short answer is “we don’t”… but that is not enough to change the minds of the folks in town hall who have been sold on the idea when they gave into their fears.  The council voted to change the zoning from desert rural (i.e. residential with one house per acre approx) to commercial ignoring the pleas of residents who find themselves adjacent to the proposed loading bays, of a 24 hour retail giant.

I drive my children to school daily through an already overtaxed intersection and narrow streets where gridlock is a common occurrence.  School has only been in session less than three weeks and already I have seen two car accidents.   I can’t imagine what the addition of large semi-transport trucks will bring to our already chaotic set of junctions.

I love my town and I am saddened to see people divided, acting out of fear, and losing sight of what’s important in life.  I hope people care enough to educate themselves on what is at stake here.

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Twitter coverage on NPR

This morning on NPR they were talking about Twitter.  Yes, this may be old news to you but humor me, I’m so behind! You have to say things in 140 characters… it’s almost the antithesis of a long conversation but it really shocked me how much can be said in 140 characters. 


Here’s an exerpt of what caught my attention:  “Alexander Aciman and Emmett Rensin, two University of Chicago students, have written Twitterature: The World’s Greatest Books in Twenty Tweets or Less, which will be published in January.


If you have time, check it out.  The article is entitled Sharing Culture One Tweet at a Time.  read/listen at

“It is better to be kind than to be right”

My husband always shares with me this quote attributed to the Dalai Lama.  I agree with that statement but find myself trying to reach a balance between speaking my truth out of integrity and compromising the truth in the pursuit of kindness.  To be in integrity do you always have to call it as you see it?  My husband says “Brutal honesty is not the way”.  Maybe not, because to remain quiet is a possible option.  Or is it?

Welcome to the conversation

I’m fortunate in that sometimes, the books that are piled so high on my desk avalanche and I find myself staring at the exact words I need to keep me going in that moment.  Some people call it grace.  I guess I’m grateful for grace.

I knew the moment I stumbled on Rumi’s quote about that place beyond right and wrong that my life would be different.  I got goosebumps.

This quote touched my soul in such a way that I no longer needed to be “right” about anything.  I have always craved harmony but attracted conflict.  I needed to find a place – a sacred space – where interaction with others was based on this idea of non-judgment.  Once I found that field described by Rumi, inside my own heart, all conversations became possible.  Especially deep conversations.  Deep conversations about motherhood, religion, life-death-rebirth … and I felt connected.

What should we talk about?  I welcome the conversation.