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Are You My Teacher?

There was a children’s book some of us may remember called, “Are You My Mother?” It was about a baby bird who hatches from her egg while Mama is out hunting for food to bring home to the nest. The hatchling doesn’t know who or where she is, and goes on an adventure to track down her mother. She meets a cow, a horse, a fox - repeating ,with increasing anxiety, “Are you my mother?” At one point, I think she even asks a garbage truck who simple replies - SNORT! This book came to mind the other night (at 3:24am of course), when I reflected back on a recent piece from Mark Nepo’s “The Book of Awakening”, where he writes about our life teachers being everywhere - even if we don’t know we need t


[Newsletter Series (#14)] There’s that old adage, “actions speak louder than words”, I’ve not been able to get off my mind lately. Not because of the immense pride I have backing the policy shifters and change-makers like Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez and Glennon Doyle Melton -- awesome revolutionaries whose loud actions make me proud to be a progressive woman in these toxic times. No, I keep coming back to the adage because words can often outweigh actions. Loudly. With obscene resonance. Words matter, and when we just pull the pin and toss them at each other like hand grenades - hearts get broken. Friendships come under scrutiny. Or end altogether. The reason I find this words/actions idea h