Offer love, trade in time
Say yes, accept yes only
Be the earth, be the fire, be the water
Be the magic
Close the door, shift the doorway
Close the accounts before travel
Then dance
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Being Seen
In the past few days, I’ve been wondering if all the leadership and connection challenges in several areas of my life are worth the effort. That’s a lot: being strong and flexible, understanding and vulnerable yet grounded, supportive yet trusting; setting the clearest expectations possible and welcoming the reality possibly richer than the expectations; caring enough to connect and inspire yet not so much as to despair. That’s a lot, and much of that feels like a foreign language. Continue reading “Being Seen”
The Venices
As I walked along the Dorsoduro embankment this morning, peaking into the side alleys and canals, I felt Venice as a protodream. The other dreams made sense.
The Dorsoduro embankment
A lesser one, Venice, California, the quiet part a couple of blocks inland from the beach. Continue reading “The Venices”
Nola
Last night, on my way to a milonga, I received a message from Kathy:
“I don’t know if you saw the post by <so and so> that Nola passed away this morning. We don’t know details but I know you were good friends and you were her mentor.”
I didn’t know that. I knew that Nola was retired, so she must have been older than she appeared and lived, but no, I didn’t see that, didn’t see that coming. She was 67.
Years ago Nola worked as a math teacher somewhere on the East Coast. Continue reading “Nola”
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Написано в третью субботу октября 2013 года
1948 или 1947 год. Моя бабушка в твоем возрасте, пройдя войну, потеряв отца, беременная дочкой Тамарой, которая скоро умрет. С тетей Аней на руках. Со светом и любовью на следующие 63 года и, через меня, после.
Love letters understated 