"My mother sacrificed her freedom at the altar of security. She paid the price in shame." My mother wrote this line about my grandmother. I look up and back to the prior generations and see reflections of my rebellion. I see the same mistakes. The same patterns. The same struggle for freedom. Does that mean … Continue reading Why Not?
The faint smell of cigarette smoke. It pervades the whole apartment. I notice it in little pockets as I pad back and forth barefoot, alone. The floors creak slightly and I know how old the building is. I think of my mother's Upper West Side NYC apartment in the eighties. I wonder, sometimes, if I … Continue reading Unimagined Freedom
I sit in the airport lounge wrapped in swaths of blue cotton fabric. The ceiling has giant symbols that look like modern hindi letters but because of their blown up and distorted size, they have no message, just decoration. I left the United States just ten days ago and just six days following the electoral … Continue reading Perspective
In my letter to my mother: I tell her I’ve grown up I don’t need her anymore I’ve got a good job I’ve found what I’ve been looking for In my letter to my mother: I thank her for all she’s done Give her credit for making me strong and telling me I dance to … Continue reading Letter to My Mother
Happy SundayFunday! I just got back from a whirlwind trip to India and received a beautiful welcome home from the Eileen Fisher Leadership Institute (EFLI) community. Since ColorFest2016 is just one little week away, it feels like an appropriate time to share some words about this AMAZING lifeline of a community. As you may already … Continue reading Homecoming
I wrote this post while in Japan. It was my first visit and filled with it's ups and downs (mostly ups). I'm still processing the experience. I think part of the difficulty was traveling from India to Japan. India is filled with so much vibrancy, energy, vibrations, constant flow, sounds, and constant color. To me, … Continue reading Japan For the First Time
The last few nights were another side of life in India. Often (mainly when I'm in compartmentalized America mindset) India becomes the land of contradictions or of countless dualities. Village life vs city life, poverty vs wealth (mental and spiritual wealth being inversely tied to one another), strength vs power, old vs new, even … Continue reading Hello, from the other side…