Saturday, December 6, 2008
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
Have you ever walked through a bamboo forest? It is eerily serene, quiet and peaceful. The trees also have a sense of power and majesty. They are very very very tall. And, they are very thick and reproduce like crazy. Bamboo isn't native to Costa Rica, but the bamboo I found in Costa Rica this past February was making it self quite at home. I am longing to be back in this space again. This time I plan to spend more time there and soak it all in. It takes a few hours to hike up to this bamboo forest so I better start getting in shape. The trip is in March. Want to come along?
Monday, December 1, 2008
How I stopped resisting and fell in love with birthday parties
I don't know why for sure, but I've been resisting the whole idea of having a big birthday party for either of the boys--you know the kind with the bouncy, lots of screaming kids, cake, pizza, melt downs, the whole nine yards. I'd say to myself "a nice quiet party at home with the family is all they really need." Well, turns out that the big party is really a blast, not just for the kids (which it totally is) but for the parents too. I mean, how often can you jump around, scream, act silly and not be in the slightest inebriated? I really had a great time on Saturday at Jackson's 5th birthday party. As he opened present after present, I kept shouting "cool" and "no way" and "Thanks so much!" even though none of the gifts were for me. In fact, i had so much fun, I may just plan a big one for Isaiah in March. Afterall, turning 3 is no less important that turning 5...or 44 for that matter! (to see the photo album, go to my Facebook page. If you don't have an account--open one up it's easy.)
Sunday, November 30, 2008
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About Me
- Jean
- 1,971 miles from Nashville where my identical twin lives.
- I was raised on a Mennonite Farm in Illinois. From the cornfields I made my way to inner city Philadelphia to live and work with kids who were the poorest of the poor but the brightest kids in the world. Later I took food and clothing to the homeless and prostitutes on the streets of NYC who opened my eyes to real poverty of spirit. Later I created fundraisers for AIDS patients, taught 2nd language learners about poetry, film and beauty and finally came to higher education to meet some of the most innovative, courageous and funky grads you could ever meet--at a place called Pitzer College. I live for moments of beauty and flashes of enlightenment. Sometimes life is just burnt out ends of smokey days (T.S. Eliot)or an ordinary cup of coffee. And sometimes it's that delicious misty morning overlooking Lake Atitlan in Guatemala in 1984 that I can never get out of my head. Ever. Either way, this story is going some where. Come along, if you like.
