I'm moved to tears over this community... Amazing beings spanning the whole of humanity, hearing me, knowing me, supporting me, loving me -- and the biggest surprise of all: being inspired by me. Most days, really, I'm just a regular ole' diana, the girl with big dreams and big ideals, who believes (mistakenly) her life is an island (and not Cuba, either, there's no major land mass in sight). As extroverted as I may be, still it's a huge chore to get the boat ready and row across the span to make human contact. I've got Big Love and I wanna squeeze it into every crack of my family (dna not required) and spackle all the damage left from lives lived long before. It's that Love that makes me row even when my arms are burning so hot my heart will melt. It's the Gratitude I have for every sensation that rolls thru me, heart, mind and soul; Bodhicitta.
When I think of all these strong women, making their children's worlds a LOT better and thereby insuring the whole wide world will be a bit better, I am proud to count myself among them, for them to know that our world is better for them in it... the Wisdom is almost palatable, it is certainly visible and tangible; it's big pink, swirly, sparkly love. It's that always better second option that comes from nowhere. It's drumming, birkenstocks, TV (Family Guy!), organic food, belly dancing, Australia, movies (almost said good, but sometimes the bad ones remind me of them too ), singing, red hair, connections, cellphones, bread breaking, dreams, Japan, wine & whine, cheese & cheesy, evolution, bugs, G-d, Girl Scouts, guitars, COFFEE, guacamole, Bob Marley & The Clash, poetry, neighbors, man-skirts, babies, Mommy Milk, candles, womanhood, child hair smell, video games, dry ice, mashed potatoes, bare feet, China, vacuuming... it's in every molecule of my life, it is the heart of unschooling.
For when I can't find my own calm, knowing I can borrow someone else's ... There is not enough thanks in this universe. If you need mine, feel free.