This week in May...

May's whirlwind of busyness has tossed out more than I can handle...maybe that's why all the built up tension collapsed into the warm arms of my herbalist womanist friend on Monday. She is closer to her dream of creating a center for healing for women, and each time she tells her story, I am moved deeper into gratitude. She is a healer, and I was vulnerable that night and flooded by tears and revealing all my weakness and desperation...in her presence, and in the presence of my other witness across the way...the artist-teacher with the sleeping baby sprawled across his lap, soaking in love for her tangled hair and brown skin. From this vulnerability, from time that moved at another pace, I was remembering to listen~ uncertain, confused by some things; absolutely certain though of others, like love.

From here, propelled the next day into conversations with contemplative leaders and educators...submerged in the synthetic think tank. Soak in, synthesize, serve.