When Our Baby was Born

Our Baby Girl just turned 4 months old. Four months ago she arrived to planet Earth. Her birth was the most miraculous day of my life. I mean that in the literal way. It was the most miraculous thing that has ever happened. I have looked all over the world for signs of a god, a goddess, magic of any kind. I get close sometimes. A sunset is good. Especially when you get the chance to travel, to sit somewhere on the other side of the world from your hometown, and you see the same phenomenal sight – the colors,…

I Bought a Bell

I’m still thinking every day about the On Being Gathering and the conversations I had with 500 strangers in the California woods. Here’s something a mom said in a talking circle on spirituality and kids – “I wish I had more rituals. I am not religious, but I wish I had more spiritual rituals to share with my kids.” I wish that, too. I grew up in a southern Church of Christ, and the last place I practiced Christianity was an Episcopal church in West Texas. I adored it. In those last years, as a Christian, I wasn’t big on…

I have a baby now.

I have a baby now. A baby.  The smallest kind of human being living in my house, hands no bigger than a half dollar. This is her: My husband and I waited for this magical girl for years. On our first date we talked about how much we both love family – our families in Texas, the family values we grew up with, the possible journey of making a family of our own. I married that sweet man, my best friend, two and half years ago. The house we bought that summer was one we chose because we could imagine…

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…

Driving a taxi in Kolkata

I imagine myself brave. One of my enduring memories from India happened within minutes of arriving. 36 college students touched down, and together we left the airport. Joel, our guide and arranger of every detail, had taxis waiting for us. I was giddy. I threw my suitcase into the trunk of this heavy metal, yellow car. I climbed in the back next to my sweaty travel mates. Joel gave us the name of the hotel, shouted it to the driver. We left. My eyes were stretched wide. The smell, the hot breeze from the open windows. I was chattering with my…