Photo by Leon Macapagal | Design by Delia Brett This story is a reflection on memory and meaning — not a statement of blame or injury. My family and mentors offered great love and support; the feelings described here belong to an inner journey of learning how to walk my own path. I can still see myself there — a small girl, maybe five or six — sitting stubbornly at the end of the driveway. I had a little red rucksack, tied to a stick like the hobo in a storybook. I’d fille

From Scarcity to Sufficiency: A Story of Remembering Some of you may remember how I wrote back in April that I was leaving for a two-month sojourn to Greece — and how it brought to light some false interpretations or unconscious beliefs I was still holding around scarcity and my worthiness to enjoy the goodness of life without  first working really hard and stressing out a lot. Ha! Well, after floating in the azure Aegean nearly every day and climbing the breathtaking mountai

Image from Wix -  Funky Graffiti Dear Artist, I see you. I see you toiling away in the corners, on the edges, in the margins — fighting for a moment on the stage, in the gallery, in the hall, to be seen in the eyes of your audience, your contemporaries, your critics, your friends, your family, your city, your country, your culture — as exceptional. as valuable. Dear Artist, I see you. I see the ways in which you have looked with your inner eyes, listened with your inner ears,