To cut or not to cut (my hair)… that is the question

For many months now I have been toying with the idea of cutting my hair. I’m not talking about cutting my locs a little shorter… I’m talking big-chopping my hair down to a teeny weeny Afro (TWA). I have had a number of signs recently: A few months ago a woman came into a Bikram yoga class rocking a TWA and I was oh so envious. Partly because it was super cute. Partly because of the  freedom of doing all that sweating sans hair. Big Sister recently cut her hair into a TWA. She looks gorgeous. She knows how to […] Read more...

Everything Is Illuminated

Like millions of  people across the globe I sat with eyes fixated on the TV screen  as it started to become apparent that Barack Obama would be the next President of the United States. I woke the next morning feeling a sense of something having shifted. In me. In the world. Anything and everything seems possible. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. Marianne Williamson – A Return to Love Several years ago I attended a seminar, the closing event of which is something I will never forget. Read more...

Long Weekend Blues

I started out my long memorial day weekend on thursday evening excited about the four days which lay before me. Days I was sure I would fill with working on projects at home and enjoying the beautiful weather that was being predicted. Especially given that it would be the first weekend since I moved into The House On The Hill that I could really enjoy being outside. However I did have a list of things I intended to accomplish. I think my list was a little optimistic. Read more...

Happiness

The Suitor We lie back to back. Curtains lift and fall, like the chest of someone sleeping. Wind moves the leaves of the box elder; they show their light undersides, turning all at once like a school of fish. Suddenly I understand that I am happy. For months this feeling has been coming closer, stopping for short visits, like a timid suitor. Jane Kenyon A colleague shared this beautiful Jane Kenyon poem with me. It got me thinking about the nature of happiness and what often seems like our never ending quest for it. I remember for years, wondering when […] Read more...

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