If I could be an angel for a day…

Have you ever wondered what you could do if you were an angel for a day? This morning I wrote a life synopsis for my Ted.com personal profile; I’m a social activist at heart and this website stirs the reformer wanna be inside of me. As I tried to encapsulate my personal history in 1000 characters or …

Hope is the thing with…

Emily Dickinson wrote “Hope is the thing with feathers,” but I wonder whether hope is also the thing with clay feet. I’m sure you’ve heard the saying “feet of clay,” a metaphor that describes our humanness and vulnerability. READ ENTIRE POST...

Brushes with Destiny

The concept of destiny intrigues me. I imagine this dark stranger in a long black trench coat with black hat pulled down. He brushes against my shoulder as I bustle along life’s path, and my heart leaps with this indescribable desire to follow him. Yet in real life it plays out more like this. I …

Puddle Jumping

I wish I could go through life jumping from one puddle of destiny to the next.     Unfortunately, real living often includes large sections of hot, black asphalt.      This morning a puddle of destiny came to me; I merely had to turn and step, in order to land smack dab in the middle.   I confess, …

The Waiting…

I have dreams... hidden in my heart as seeds of hope. Dreams once whispered through darkness tucked  inside husk of soul. The waiting can be so very long. The husk remains unbroken…for years...until life crushes and a tiny crack appears. Seventeen years ago while living in Amsterdam, I began having unique dreams. In one of them, I saw granaries …