Navigating Our Economy With Grace: An Artist's View In A Letter To An Old Friend

Who Are We Going to Be?

I have a strange notion to embrace our economy. A mystical sense that to navigate these changes with grace will require deep love, not regret or blame. While at every turn, fear is present with the “what if’s” it has always used to leverage itself into our lives. Each day, I face fear with paintbrush and pen in hand and kindly reply, “I have no need of your stories, but, thank you for reminding me.” To choose not to submit, when fear, regret, blame, shame and other not-so-kind frequencies have been laced into the air by the unseen hands of doom sayers – well, it takes courage.

On Love, Greener Grass and Kahlil Gibran

When I was but young in my relationship – before times were twined with dark and light, hope and despair and words exchanged we both wished were taken back – when I was young, I read this poem of Gibran when looking for Love poetry for my wedding day. I hoped what he said wasn’t true and turned my eyes from the page, looking instead for something more palatable for a wedding reading. Well, today I have come across it, at just such a moment when I have turned my heart towards my husband like the sun and moon turn towards one another to light each other up.

Alice Walker comes to Healdsburg: Produced by Palm of Her Hand

Starting with a tea party and silent auction opening at 1:30, followed by live music and Shiloh Sophia McCloud, Palm of Her Hand founder, introducing Alice Walker at 3pm. Hear from Kwomboka Okari, the founder of Margaret Okari Children’s Foundation about her work in Kenya. Then, hear poetry from Alice’s forthcoming book, Hard Times Require Furious Dancing and some Q & A. Followed by dancing in the aisles listening to the music of Lavender Grace. Sound like a good time!? YA! And if you would like, there are limited number of openings to an afterparty and artist’s reception at Electric Rose Gallery, where you can meet Alice and Kwomboka and eat cake and champagne.

My Morning: Sarah the spider, Gratitude Circles and Black Bean Soup

woke up EARLY so I could get to my writing table. But first there was the GIANT ant type creature I had to extract from the bathroom. Then I had to collect last nights dishes from their party strewn locations throughout the house, I cooked up a feast and as is custom in my house, we do not do the dishes on the night of the party.
The party was just Isaiah and I and our kitty, Shiniata, but in the soft starlight, listening to Emmylou Harris, and making yummie food and having fun constitutes a party.

So before I could get to the writing table, I remembered that I had put lima beans on to soak and had let them soak too long. So, I had to drain them and get the soup started. Last night I made Quinoa chicken, Isaiah made homemade salsa, and I got the fixins together for two soups, black bean and white bean. I put the black beans in the crock pot, and so they are done. But now I really should start the white beans. It will just take a minute. Draining the beans I see a VERY feisty spider in the sink. Had I not already dealt with a VERY feisty ant creature I may have tried to get her out of the sink that instant. But the an creature had jumping qualities that had kind of got me jumpy and so I watched and the spider too, was jumping, but not high enough to get out of the sink. I said to myself, let me drain the beans, I will avoid your part of the big white sink, then I will take you out. This did look like a biting kind of spider, but I do not kill spiders. So I drained my beans and got soup stuff out the fridge and kind of observed the spider moving about and jumping around. She seemed, well, fine to me. As if I could wait a few minutes to get to her. Very active she was. I put the white beans on the stove, cut the zucchini squash from my Auntie’s garden, I had baked into little chunks, and turned to the sink.

Marriage Practices

  The Practice of Cafe’ Sharing Planned Time: Have “cafe’” almost every day, no matter what is going on. This means that we drink our coffee together and we don’t do things at Cafe like TO DO lists or anything that could be unpleasant. This is sacred time. We do things like: share readings, write…

The Rage Club: Liberating Our Teenage Minds

I befriended the friendless and the outcasts, I shared fashion magazines with the gay kids wearing Armani at 14 in a redneck town named Boonville, I made friends with the group home kids, dated the Mexicans and encouraged the geeks to run for student office because they were the smartest. I listened to the Dead Kennedies and Sweet Home Alabama, I watched A Clockwork Orange, Honeysuckle Rose and Helen Caldicott. I had posters of Willie Nelson and Prince and Jesus on my walls. And I admit, a Matt Dillon. I saw Mary Daly as a tiny child, and I loved Dolly Parton.
I shopped at second hand stores and got vintage clothes when it was decidedly not cool. I rode a skateboard and carried my teddy bear that I have had from birth in my backpack with his head sticking out – he wore a white bone carved Buddha on a black leather string, his name was Girton.