I finally got to the point I was through swallowing gasoline and pretending it was fresh water.
The fire in my belly woke me.
I was angry – mostly at myself – for putting up with such shitty treatment.
And so, we parted.
Sometimes suddenly. Sometimes incrementally.
Sometimes without a word.
And that’s OK. … More Finding Your Tribe
The days of playing small are behind all of us.
We can’t go back.
This world needs our authenticity and our brains and our beautiful souls and our astonishing dreams and steely strength.
We may want to wimp out and sit in sloth at McDonald’s eating GMO fries and drinking cancer in a can, but we can’t. We can no longer do that if we are awake at all. … More Playing Small is No Longer an Option
What do I stand for?
I stand for women and babies and artists and creatives being valued for the contributions we make to life on earth.
I am for this beautiful planet and all its creatures, great and small.
I am for the voiceless and the shutdown and the shut out members of our society.
I am for the restless spirit of change.
I am for building a better world, a world that is equitable and gracious and fair and cooperative. … More What Do You Stand For?
I’ve loved this experience but I love the life I have, too.
It has been revelatory and heart-opening.
And now I want to go home. I want to go back to the familiar comforts and glorious sunrises and breathtaking wildness of Northern NM.
This way of life in Barcelona has been about being, much more than doing.
And I can take that sense of how to approach life home to NM.
I want less doing and more being, as a new friend said recently in a Facebook post. … More Look Homeward, Angel