Solitude and silence. These conditions are best for me to find the place in my mind where words wait. It takes time for me to navigate through the clutter in my head. Writing has become my meditation – allowing me focus and clarity for the rest of the day, and I have missed it.
Recent mornings, I have been glued to stories from Haiti where so many lives were swallowed up by the earth. Staggering, sobering stories. I look at the ceiling of my home and imagine it crashing down upon my family. I am grateful for the standing walls and roof of my house, the food, water, electricity – the health and well being of my love ones. I am grateful that for now, this is my lot and humbly send what I can to the wonderful organization, http://www.msf.org/MSF.
During my days as a United Nations Peacekeeper in the former Yugoslavia, Medicin San Frontiers was the organization first in and last to leave. It is one of the least bureaucratic of all relief organizations – meaning your money really goes to work helping people on the ground rather than paying for someone to write reports in an office. Please check out this wonderful organization. And savor your good life.