"Tell me, what is it you will you do with your one wild and precious life?" ~Mary Oliver


Love at the Post Office

Yesterday...our collective hearts broke open yesterday as we were flooded with unspeakable images of children, 20 lives brutally cut school, getting ready to learn. They are gone. So are the staff who loved them so. We can't bring them back. We hurt to our core. Tears flow. As I watch. As I feel for their parents, empty arms. Their brothers and sisters. The empty spot at the dinner table. And now, quiet at breakfast. The grandparents---one minute wrapping holiday love, the next, bereft. There are no words.

Today...I decided to do the thing I do. For the community. I did that. And it felt better to take action. We all have our ways of reaching out. I invite you to put yours into action---in whatever way the spirit moves you. And if you don't know what yours is, find it. Ask others: What's my gift? What's that special thing that I bring?And bring it. It feels much, much better to take action. 

This morning...I stood in the longer than normal line at the post office, my holiday boxes wrapped, love being sent out to family afar. Family that still lives. I feel a little closer to everyone. I think we all feel it. We share conversation---3 women. 3 strangers in the line. We talk about Sandy Hook Elementary. We all believe it's so sad. One woman, greying hair with beautiful drawn on eyebrows and a Christmas pin on her sweatshirt says she never had children. She says that mentally ill people aren't getting the help they need. We agree. Then the smaller, hispanic mother says quietly, "You know, Mr. Rogers had a saying. 'Look for the helpers. You can always find the helpers.'" My eyes tear, and I remember Steve Hartmann sharing that last night on the news. And then I say, "I know we can do better. It will be about love." I know it's true. And I believe it.

The helpers really are everywhere. The lovers are everywhere. In all of us. It is our true nature. As I think of helpers, I remember my mother. 32 years ago, we were newlyweds living in Korea, having professional new life adventure. Then in an instant, our house burned down. We lost everything. What did my mom do, across the ocean, in Minnesota? She threw herself into helping others right in her community----trusting and believing that on the other side of the planet, someone would help me. And they did. They really did, in surprising ways. We can do this. I keep feeling a lump in my throat, saying, "We are better than this. We can do better." And I know---that the love and light that are part of our diverse, religious holiday seasons all point us to what is most true. It is about love. And peace.

So, in the flurry, let's hug closer. Let's love more. Let's surprise ourselves. Let's let this be (borne of such pain and loss, truly) the very best most loving, giving, helping, opening, connecting holiday season ever. I think all the children who are with us no more would really love that. 

Peace. Community. Love. Unity. Belonging. Remembering.

And a familiar holiday tune rings..."Let it flow, let it flow, let it flow..."



Two Boots

I leapt out of bed. Full of energy and purpose. You know those days! And got dressed---reflecting and on fire with all of that. My creative self alive and at play in my clothes. Going for it, loving it, allowing this expression wild and free---and truly me. (Not a rare occurrence for me!) And I leapt into the day.

A copuple of hours later my first client arrived. She exclaimed, "Oh look at you---I love your creative style!" Now---this is a really common refrain I hear. In the streets. From strangers. So, I smiled and nodded, and into my red red red office she came for her coaching session. She continued to exclaim. I continued to nod to myself, yes of course...and smile. She went on..."And look---wow, you're even wearing two different boots!"

Two boots??!

I looked down. And sure enough. Two entirely different boots---all the way up to my knees---one black and lean with a bold buckle and one sandy distressed more rugged, cowboy style! I had no idea! Now---here's the full disclosure: this wasn't part of that creative dresing choice in my closet! This was a byproduct quickly getting dressed because I couldn't wait to start my day. And I was stunned. I hadn't even noticed! (They even had a sligthly different heel height.) We laughed and laughed! 

And what a joy! To be so fine with it. To enjoy the wild cosmic humor of it all, as tears of laughter streamed down my cheeks. Gotta love that! And I felt so thankful that I'm at this stage in my life. With the benefit of freedom. Joy. Not taking myself too seriously. Able to laugh at all the cosmic jokes! And find joy in it all!

And you know what?? She had an amazing coaching session! And I had a juicy full day...2 boots and all!

Do you have a "two boots" story?? ;)



4 Years

This is a Big Open Blogspace on my Big Red Couch. For everyone. That said, I'll write freely, no matter what. Like about the experience I just had. Fully engaged in life. A way of living I absolutely believe in. For You. Me. Each of us, engaged deeply, authentically and passionately in our one precious life. Having impact. Big impact. 

For me, that includes engaging in the political process---sort of like showing up and bringing a dish to "family dinners". Bringing the love. Caring. Contributing. (So whatever political party ffiliation you have or don't have, know that I support you doing just that---in YOUR unique way, with YOUR people/family/party.) 

4 years ago, I jumped in with two feet behind a young, black candidate for President. People smiled. Patted me on the head. "Oh---you're such a cute idealist," they'd say. Well---that jump/immersion in campaigning ended in a lifetime experience. Beyond my wildest imagining, I was elected as the only female Obama delegate from our congressional district to the 2008 Democratic National Convention in Denver. There, on that momentous summer day, the day that marked the 50th anniversary of Martin Luther King's "I Have a Dream" speech, we nominated our first ever African American for president in US history. (Note the trend here. Passion. Jump big. Do something. Go for it fully. And See What Happens!) It was the time of my life, baby. No words begin to describe it. (There is a documentary that was made, "Passion for Change," which includes me. Check it out if you're curious! You'll see my in my kitchen---wielding a large knife!)

4 years pass. Now, two fabulous people ask me to coach them on their dream of running as delegates. One is blind. Both win. Joe asks me to be his sighted guide to the 2012 Democratic National Convention in Charlotte, North Carolina! Wow. There I was---right in the thick of it once again, with my arm out, guiding, gently, continuosly. There I was, immersed in the ridiculously diverse (and accurately reflecting who WE are as a nation) delegation as we rolled up our sleeves and did our party's business. Breaking bread. Dancing. Crying. Cheering. There I was, touching the arm of Jessie Jackson, at Joe's side as Amy Goodman of Democracy Now interviewed him, shaking hands with Chuck Todd, hugging Debbie Wasserman-Schultz, calling out to Gwen Ifill, immersing in passion and possibility. Getting fired up to come back home and work as I've never worked before. Living a dream. My dream---only it was real. Very very real.

4 years from now. I have no idea. And I prefer it that way. Something I recently read or heard spoke to the fact that our lives have the potential to be way more magnificent than we could ever make up. That's so true for me. Little suburban girl. Met my first African American person in my teens. Met my first Jewish person (that I was aware of) in college.  My dad, an electrical estimator, mom homemaker. Me---a year in Tasmania, Australia as an exchange student in high school Just the beginning! Living in Korea. Relocating to Colorado. An author?? Oh hullo---truly, "who would have ever thunk it?" as my daddy used to say! So, I'm not going to put parameters on anything. What do  I do commit to?? To show up. And show up Big. And curious.  Eat the fried chicken. Pass the gravy. Serve each other at the table of our global family. Toast and cry and hug and go out iand tend the world. This juicy world of richness and renewal. Our world. The only one we'll ever have. And what a world it is!

p.s. Yes, I got a cold and am under the weather. Yes, I'm exhausted. Yes, I'm smiling as I write. Yes, I'm so glad I went!! Yes, I can't wait to see what's next!


Just A Penny

Today---here's inspiration I just found. Landed in my inbox this morn. It shimmered a little more than the 200 others. Annie Dillard. Fresh. And I  felt that "nudge" to pass to you. You know the nudge. The one what when you follow it in real time (even when you are very busy, like I am, today) it flows out and so does your energy, and the world is a better place. So here. The nudge. My response. To share. Enjoy... p.s. I think that nudge is divine. Doesn't matter the name---not one iota. What matters is the suprise, the delight, the noticing, the flow. Enjoy!


Eating the Plum...and My Bailiwick

Today I claimed my bailiwick.


You know that thing that you are HERE for. The turf that belongs to YOU. Your life purpose---and you know it (or deny it, or fear it, or can't even believe it!) Mine is to

"Eat The Plum!"

Which is to say---to live life THAT wildly and fully and unabashedly----embracing this present moment and the infinite possibilities it contains---this JoyLoveLiving thing! To BE the joy. Show the way to Joy. Unleash Joy. Eat the plum. And realize that it (joy, life, possibility) is everywhere--all the time---no matter what. To show up, unabashedly and are you ready-----simply savor. I mean really savor. Juicy dripping down my chin cuz the fruit of life is THAT sweet, savor! In public. Wow.   

So---I looked up bailiwick in the dictionary (of course I have a big, fat, real International Websters----unabridged!). And did I ever love definition #2. Now, before you read this...think of YOURS. Your reason for being. Your bailiwick. That thing that has you by the balls (and has since you were tiny little) and won't let go. Because----it belongs to you! It IS you. OK---got it? Good. Now...imagine this.

Your Big Beautiful Bailiwick:

 "The special province or domain in which one has superior aptitude knowledge, or experience or in which ONE HAS A PARTICULAR RIGHT TO ENJOY FREE ACTIVITY, exercise authority, and command attention and respect."  

Really. That is YOURS. It belongs to you.

Now---I'm curious---with that knowledge, what will you do in this next precious moment, baby? Begin. And remember---ENJOY IT!




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