Another Trip Around the Sun

I’m in the midst of pre-birthday and pre-book launch tasks, and as joyous as both these events are, they have taken up my time, so this post is from 2020. Remember that cra-cra-crazy year? Well, thankfully, in this post, I only wrote of the joy and lifelong love of my many aquatic adventures. Birthdays are reminders to feel my great fortune for all the love from those who raised me, for those who have surrounded me for decades and been part of my escapades, and for the friendships and living still ahead. I am grateful for you readers too. Indeed, as Rumi assures us, When you do things, from your soul, you feel a river, moving in you, a joy.

Read on my dear one. “Water baby” is pure delight, xxoo

A Perilous Fight, indeed

I originally posted this blog in 2018, our first time around with a man hellbent on dismantling everything decent about our country. As unfathomable as it is, our lives are far worse in his second term, in terms of, well everything sane and productive and healthy. In the ten years since Kaepernick knelt and the NFL subsequently blackballed him, the questions his protest raised have not gone away. And while I feel powerless to halt the downward spiral of what might be called white nationalism (but that is just being polite because we can all see it is clearly racism and xenophobia and a clinging to old power structures that have excluded everyone who is not a white Christian male), I derive a glimmering hope from those who keep on fighting the good but perilous fight. Hope you do too.