Thursday, October 30, 2008





I am back into it.

Have you read about the troubles in the Congo region of Africa?
Do you feel the pain?
Thousands of homeless humans in fear of death?
Fleeing genocide?
Can you imagine what that feels like?
This week I have been amongst beautiful humans who were prepared to come to a session I led. Volunteers.
I have story about every one.
Each one could write book about their short life.

One young man was born in Liberia, West African land so troubled, and he has the scars to prove it.
During a session which was about emotional intelligence he said how he felt privileged because he had been educated - had learned to read and write when he was young. He was counting his blessing.
Wondrous awareness and skill to turn negative feelings into positive ones.
Just a few insights into his life spurred me on to connect and give and give and give.
Emotional Literacy bound up in the soul of a human.
Becoming free.

I am back where I belong.
Back in a place called uncomfortable
where growth resides.

I could roll out little stories.
Quotes from humans
discovering new life
new awareness
new skills.
Me too.


And I will be back with these stories.