Life The Way You Dream It To Be

Last week we flew to New Orleans for Charlie’s uncle who died hours after we arrived. In the days that followed, we helped clean out his apartment. “I would not have guessed he had so much stuff,” Charlie said. Uncle Lloyd liked to wear the same outfit everyday, so on the bed was a bag filled with light blue, short sleeved, button-up shirts, and underneath those were many pairs of his favorite navy blue pants. There was a straw hat he carried back from his post-retirement world travel to China, Russia, and other getaways. There was a mug with Far…

The On Being Gathering

On the way to the On Being Gathering, I saw a small line of people standing on the sidewalk in the sun outside the San Jose Airport. No one knew each other. Some leaned on the flimsy, extended arms of their rolling suitcases. A couple of people sat on the cement, backs against the wall. Most were on their phones. Most were looking down. This was the last time I would see people looking down at their feet and their phones for the next four days.The On Being Gathering was a benevolent free-for-all, a spiritual smorgasbord. People couldn’t help but…

My first trip to Texas with my Baby Girl

I have flown back to Texas dozens of times now. Year after year, I return from somewhere in the world to THE somewhere that held my little soul for all the years of my childhood. Having lived outside Texas now for nearly half my life, I notice it fresh every time – the rolling brushland, the easy mood, the crisp air, the yellow of winter grass and light blue of the big, wide winter sky. This past flight home was the first time I was introducing this wonderland to my kid. Our Baby Girl is nearing the 3 month mark,…

What I’ve Seen

I can’t sleep. I’m supposed to get up in 4.5 hours to take the long, 9 hour drive to Bidi Bidi Refugee Settlement, but JET LAG. Usually I try to calm my brain. I use a sleep meditation podcast,or I find a mantra (I like “It’s ok to just rest. It’s ok to just rest. No, really, it’s ok to just rest.”). Tonight I tried walking through my house in my mind. My husband and I bought our first house a year and a half ago, and I’ve never loved a house more. I love the sunlight in our bedroom…

Outside of space

I feel outside of space on a plane. I can see the figure of our vehicle on the map, wings outstretched over Greenland and the northern reach of the Atlantic, but these are colors and shapes on a tiny screen that wiggles when the man in the seat ahead adjusts his back pillow. I don’t feel connected to the air which should be cold enough outside these walls to freeze my little bones. Never mind I’m thousands of feet about the ocean. This is space travel, you know. The man in the seat next to me is watching Star Trek…