Dear Brown Eyed Girl,
I laid there on the table with the brights lights shining down from overhead. There was a chill in my veins and the subtle beginnings of tears forming in my eyes. Your father was standing there silently beside me, his hand placed gently on my forehead. He was wearing a look of overwhelming joy with a faint dusting of fear.
Although my body was asleep, my mind was alive. I thought, “Who is this child?”
Only moments later, I could hear you and, by the grace of God, the sounds were strong. Then, the images began racing through me – a newborn baby, young girl, a teenager, a woman. Read the rest of this entry »
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The sound of my phone alarm – snooze.
Two minutes later…
The wake-up call is screaming in my ear – ok, ok, I’m up.
It’s 5am, I wake up in a hotel in San Diego and it’s the last day of a conference. The others have bailed, so I meet up with Candor and we set out while it’s still dark to reach the bottom of the cliffs. Read the rest of this entry »
This morning I had the pleasure of attending a speech by the former President of Mexico, Vicente Fox. Whether or not you think his time in office was a success, and frankly I am not willing or able to pass judgement on this either way, I still believe him to be a wise man. And it is because of his ability to so clearly articulate this wisdom that I will inappropriately refer to him as – The Fabulous Mr. Fox. Read the rest of this entry »
So, I am thinking about starting a series called People with Heart. Ok, so maybe that is a totally cliché idea, but lately, it seems I meet so many fine folks that live and share their bliss so freely and joyfully. And I, for one, think this should be celebrated. So bring on a few bad photos, a bottle of cheap beer and some double-chocolate cupcakes – let’s get this party started.
I will start by sharing with you this treasure of a lady whom I met this morning in La Jolla. Read the rest of this entry »
I sat there peacefully with my eyes closed. The warm summer waters of the Pacific splashing relentlessly in my face as we slammed against the swells time and time again. Wrapped in a towel and seated on the floor of the small vessel, I rested my head on the engine block as we made the 17-mile journey back across the Kaulakahi Channel from Ni’ihau to Kaua’i. I had been warned that the ride back may be an adventure in and of itself. Not to be mistaken for a luxury vessel, she was simple, yet efficient. The engine was humming a low sound and I could taste the salt on my lips. My face tingled with the sun in my face. It was the late afternoon, the sun shining. I was exhausted, yet exhilarated. My thoughts centered on what I had just experienced and how it had affected me. Read the rest of this entry »