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 Trigger Warning About the F Word

This blog is going to be heavy with the F word. So if that bothers you or feels like violence to you...please stop reading here and return to your day with my blessing. If you're cool with the F word, rock on!

The Dream of RV Living and Campground Adventures

I was thinking about the possibility of going on a long RV adventure after I sell my house. I wanted to be able to keep teaching and playing with folks at the different campgrounds, so I was thinking of what to offer that would be fun and helpful. I started by remembering all the fun interactive songs and skits we used to teach at LA County Outdoor Science School campfire nights with the fifth and sixth grade students who came up from the city for a week of science in the mountains. 

I was thinking of making a program and offering it to campgrounds...where I either teach their staff how to lead the songs or I would lead them when I was camped at their location. That felt really fun and...

I Dream A Lot

I think I've mentioned before that dreams are a way of life for me. I dream every night and remember many of them - as many as five or six dreams in one night. I don't write them all down anymore. It would take me half the day to keep a full dream journal. So now I just note the ones that seem important and remember those. Some of them are just for me - to reassure me or guide me. And some are  meant for me to share with the world. This is one of those dreams....

A Powerful Dream

I was watching my father - it was some evil version of him - as he began a ritual sacrifice of a kind and loving priest. I was sad and scared. He was at the center of something shaped l ike either an octopus or a sun with squiggly lines - it felt like it was underground or just windowless. And from the center where he was, many "arms" or "rays" radiated outward. They were lined with a dirty yellow tile,  kind of like a subway in NYC. But the arms were narrow - only one person could...

Listen to the Full Story of the Abduction Here

When I was in college, I chose the adventure of doing a semester abroad in Liberia, West Africa in the Fall of 1989. I went there on a gut feeling knowing that it was the right thing for me. It was, but not in the way I expected when I chose to go.

In my first month in Liberia, I was in Monrovia (the capital city, a few hours away from the college) to buy supplies and wanted to go out for an evening at the club that my Liberian roommate had made sound so exciting. Before I left the hotel to look for the club, I had a feeling that something was going to go wrong that night so I hid my money in my hotel room – in four or five different places in the room. Did I listen to that gut feeling and stay in? No, of course not. I went out with the friend that had come to Monrovia with me.

We made a bad choice of streets to search first for the cool club…Gurley Street. We did not find the club. Instead we were found by a rogue soldier...