I AM Spirit Eternal having a temporary, but immensely important, human experience. I have taken on the body of a woman of African descent. I am a mother, a grandmother, a sister, a friend, a writer, a blogger, a companion, an artist and gardener. I am an advocate for the transformation of consciousness and the radical expression of talent/passion.
My advocacy is foremost concerned with an examination and transformation of the beliefs we entertain about work, that thing we do 40 hours a week, and work life. I created the call to a New Narrative, a part of which envisions a radical shift from working, earning, or service to the bottom line, to creating, gifting and sharing. This is a transformation that serves local and global communities (animal, plant and human), the Earth and the Universe. Creating, gifting and sharing, in community and in communion, is our planetary vocation/calling. This call to the New Narrative is explored in the the Call, Rap & Realtalk section of the blog.
I am inspired by the wisdom channeled by poets, from Rumi to Saul Williams, visual artists, Renee Stout, Joyce Scott and Zenobia Bailey, environmental activists, the late Wangari Maathai and Vandana Shiva. Listening to Earth Song, I give gratitude for Michael Jackson, his genius, his vision and the gracious way he called us “out” on our dysfunctional relationship with the Earth. Purple Rain continues to make my heart throb.
I am unapologetically in love with Trappist monk, Thomas Merton and Thich Nhat Hanh, Buddhist monk. Their experiences and the wisdom they share about their experiences have allowed me to see that walking the spiritual path is no small matter, and that we come into the world hard-wired for it. I am inspired by stories that people, many of whom I do not know, share with me. These stories are often shared on blogs and Facebook posts, in lines at the grocery store and on benches in the train station. They are intimate narratives about work, hope, despair, love, grief, play and suffering and, almost always, a profound, unspoken desire for a life of interrupted peace.
While I am not committed to any religious institution and its formal structure, I have been influenced and I continue to be informed by my childhood and young adult experience at Morning Star Baptist Church, Cincinnati, Ohio. And Sufism. I received the dhikr of the Tijani Sufi Order, Senegal, West Africa, in 1986, in Chicago, Illinois. Practicing Sufism is how I became acquainted with Sufi poet, Rumi, philosopher and poet, Ibn Arabi. My engagement with A Course in Miracles (ACIM), A Course of Love (ACOL), and The Way of Mastery have guided, encouraged and inspired me to a life dedicated to inner transformation. While I spill the milk over and over again, as Rumi would say about our shortcomings and failures on the path, the Divine I AM Presence, or whatever name one chooses to call It, never holds it against me; instead, I always find the glass back on the table, filled with fresh milk.
As for all the rest, I graduated umpteen years ago from California State University, Sacramento where I received a B.A and M.A. in English. I received a PhD. in metaphysics from the American Institute of Holistic Theology. 7 years ago I began, and continue today, the arduous and painstaking task of unlearning most of everything that I have learned in my relationship with the belief in separation.
My first publication is The You Scriptures. It is a journey of re-membering who I am. It is my sacred text. 16 Mondays, the second publication focuses on workplace misery and the beliefs that create it; the third, Graphic Notes to the Sessions in Shifting, available to read online, are my exploratory notes on a course that I will finish when the door opens.
Finally, I am aware that the warning signs of “new age hype” arise on reading my ideas, especially about the shift from working hard and earning a living. But I am also well aware that the old narrative that issues these warnings is becoming more transparent, its beliefs less seductive, less plausible, and shockingly untenable. In our hearts, most of us are coming to know that there were only two chapters left in this narrative, the penultimate one where the narrator rallies us to more intense suffering in a futile attempt to save itself, and the final one where it edges us on to total collapse.
I continue to divide my time between Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, and Oaxaca, Mexico.
~Philadelphia, PA., January, 2017