Sometimes, when my head is stuck in the sand, I wrap my fingers around thoughts like:

I am living in a city that feeds my soul, that constantly surprises me with its over the top politics, its beautiful scenery, the friendliness of its people and the insanity of its mayor. I don't have to own a car because the public transportation here is amazing and therefore am NEVER stuck screaming my head off in traffic, but can often be found pouring through a book or daydreaming as I watch the city pass me out the window. In fact, in twenty minutes I can get to the East Bay to visit my WONDERFUL sister who lives nearby. I am teaching women to defend themselves and to take a vested interest in changing their community. I am not heavy in the pocketbook, but am growing heavier with knowledge and compassion every day. I am healthy. I am in love. I have been through hell and back in my personal life and find that hell is a mighty teacher and it's always good to be back. I have friends who love and cherish me and accept me for who I am. I am dependent on no one but me for my sustenance. I am privileged to share the company of young children just enough to make me appreciate the little things a lot more.

(Look out Whitman! Out of my way Emerson! Here I come! ;)

August 29, 2002