How we got here: Civil Unrest in Hong Kong

It is November 17 and that matters. It matters because every day is different here in Hong Kong presently. Sometimes every hour. Why? As you know, there have been protests happening since early June, cries for "Liberate Hong Kong. Revolution of our times" has rung throughout the city. Hundreds, thousands, even millions have taken to the streets to protest for the "five demands". They are: 1) the complete withdrawal of the extradition bill from the legislative process - (that's done), 2) the retraction of the "riot" characterization, 3) the release and exoneration of the riot prisoners, 4) the establishment of an independent commission of inquiry into police conduct and use of force during the protests, and 5) the resignation of Carrie Lam (Chief Executive of Hong Kong) and the implementation of universal suffrage for Legislative Council and Chief Executive elections. (Thank you Wikipedia for the language; I recommend an easy online search for more information about each of these).

 My objective here is to inform readers of the ever-changing landscape of Hong Kong in these restless and increasingly violent times. Let's start with the present and then go back in time and work our way back. Yesterday a peaceful Pride parade was cancelled because it was unsafe to march through the streets of Hong Kong due to the present unrest. Instead, my son and about 6,000 others gathered at the end point and peacefully assembled to show pride in the LGBTQ community and in Hong Kong. It was a relatively quiet day until the evening. Yesterday 400 PLA (People's Liberation Army) soldiers were deployed to help clear roadblocks. The most recently they had been deployed was a year ago to help clean up after our huge typhoon. They were in black shorts and gray t-shirts and no other gear. Is this threatening? I don't know. Is it necessary? Probably.

Many streets have been overrun with obstacles intended to disrupt traffic. And it has worked. Work day traffic has been disrupted for five days in a row and schools have been closed for 2 - 3 days.
How has traffic been disrupted? Black clad protesters - from head to toe with black cloth facemasks, arms and legs covered, backpack of supplies - have damaged street lights, have removed the loose cobblestones from the sidewalks and positioned them strategically in the road like lego three-brick doorways, scattered in some nails or other upright spiky objects like walking sticks, and have set fire repeatedly to toll booths, and have overtaken strategic bridges near two college campuses with the ability to throw objects onto traffic below - including petrol bombs (molotov cocktails). They have also disrupted MTR stations (subway stations) by lighting entrances on fire, lighting ticketing machines on fire, flooding them with firehoses, damaged lights and other mechanical objects, and thrown petrol bombs or objects onto tracks. There has been much spray painting of public spaces, as well. Some people who have tried to interrupt or undo what they have been doing have been injured in brawls. It sounds awful, and it is. And you might think that these protesters should be named something other than protesters.

With only part of the story, you get the idea that these black clad protesters could only be viewed as "the bad guys" because their actions appear to be solely responsible for ripping the fabric of daily life apart, negatively affecting tourism and commerce and job security, etc. So you may be surprised to know that there is still much support for them in the city at large. For example, over the last week during these huge disruptions to traffic and daily work life, thousands of office workers have taken to the streets during their lunch break. They have emerged with their own masks on, stood in the road, and supported the others with signs, silence, and (I presume) chants. When lunch is over, they have returned to work. It is a bit of a mystery how this is so unless you understand the despair of the youth.  The impact of the wealth gap, the impossible access to housing, the loss of a sense of purpose and optimism has risen to the surface.

Just last week several universities in the city actually closed and sent their faculty and student body away - for their own safety - for the conclusion of the term, if not for good for the year. Why? A few of these universities have been over run by the radical - mostly young - protesters. They literally have made a camp of the campus, blockading themselves in with bricks, petrol bombs, and bows and arrows with gas rags ready to light. They've received support from outsiders who brought them food supplies and fighting supplies. They broke into the chemistry lab and took volatile chemicals at one of the universities. Until yesterday, a few universities were in this position. Yesterday, one university was abandoned by protesters; we can now hope for its recovery. (As I say, it's an ever-changing landscape). Again, this all seems insane and totally "wild west", how could this conduct be supported?

Well, I've not yet introduced the police. Six months ago the Hong Kong police were "Asia's finest." Hong Kong doesn't have its own army, but the police have kept Hong Kong one of the safest places in the world. Hong Kong has been as safe to travel around in as when we lived in Korea. My son at age 16 would easily travel into the city without fear of violence or attack or robbery. Public transportation was reliable. Civility ruled. The police were respected. This changed in early June when Hong Kongers were simply fighting an extradition bill. First 1 million people marched, then the following week 2 million people marched. All was peaceful! Well, almost all was peaceful. There were a few protesters, who began to do some damage at one spot with graffiti and destruction of government property. In response, the police fired multiple rounds of tear gas into the crowd - mostly of innocent people. Ten people were arrested. Pretty soon the action was deemed a "riot". This changed everything. Under "riot law" those 10 people would now be sentenced up to ten years in prison rather than simply being arrested and released (presumably with a fine). People didn't like this at all. The police had over-reacted, used too much force. This led to the demands two, three and four: the retraction of the designation of "riot", the release of prisoners under the "riot" law and the investigation of the police conduct and use of force.

This began a cycle of protests every weekend. Each time thousands of people would come out to display their dissatisfaction with the government and the police's handling of the situation. The Chief Executive was doing nothing to address the concerns of the people (how could she as a government official tied to the desires of China?) With no action on any front, unrest rose and rose. Each time, police would show up on the scene late at night and some skirmish would happen between protesters and police. Escalation occurred as you can imagine: backpacks vs. batons, bricks versus teargas, petrol bombs versus water cannons. In the ensuing weeks the frequency and intensity of the problems increased. Actions went from taking place in a few hotspots in the city to hundreds of spots. Actions went from weekend disruption to daily disruption. Actions went from skirmishes with the police to destruction and damage of property all over the city. In the midst of  it all 60% of the general population see violence as justified. Until here we are. At this point there have been two deaths, many injuries (ages 1 - 81), arrests of children as young as 11, and over 3000 arrests in total but no investigation into police conduct of any of those injured or even in the case of the young university student who recently died retreating from a police action.

In the meantime, the city has become divided. So divided that within families some children have been expelled from their homes. There are those who support the Hong Kong government and the police and the Chinese Government. There are those who want to preserve the "One country, two systems" by returning to the status quo. There are those who are disgusted with the inaction of the government and want the Chief Executive to resign (the fifth demand). There are those who are fearful of China taking over Hong Kong and the citizenry losing all autonomy from China, essentially the planned and legal absorption of Hong Kong back to China set for 2047. And that is the basis of all of this in the first place. That fear of losing a way of life in Hong Kong that is all the younger generation has ever known.

Is there a right and wrong here? I don't know. I'm a visitor and foreigner and guest here in this beautiful place that I have come to love. I am physically removed from all of the mayhem by where I live on the Southside of Hong Kong Island. (At least, presently, as you know.) However, I do find it ironic that in this case, the protesters are calling to them the very thing which they fear, a police state run by the PLA - a loss of autonomy.

This process is eerily familiar to anyone who has a sense of history. A place divided against itself. Divisions where there is a definitive Us and Them, slurs flung at others to de-humanize them and make it okay to do violence against them. Families divided. Hatred, anger, fear. The song goes up, the flags go up, other flags are burned in defiance. Positions held. Civility stops. Commerce, government, education, daily life all in upheaval. No clear path to peace visible.

This is where we are today. I cannot speak to tomorrow.

A Poem for Kolkata

What are you, Kolkata ? Are you the melange of pedestrians, rickshaws, men walking with wares on their heads, cars and buses honking like chattering birds at dawn? “Safe drive. save lives.” Are you dog faeces and rotting trash, wafts of spices and urine and sweat and milk tea intermingling? Are you the vegetable vendors, half-dressed men, women in bright saris, brown men with orange beards, men bathing streetside from public water spigots? Are you those tired trees or exposed electrical wires draped like silly string? What are you, Kolkata ? Are you the Street children of Anondo, loved and supported by a bright light named Gitangeli? Are you duck duck goose, gobady, dodgeball and 500! found with new-found different-but-same friends? Pictures. Pictures. Pictures. Are you the bright orange, red, green, and yellow of Holi smeared and tossed in laughter while onlookers gawk? “happy Holi, auntie!” What are you, Kolkata? Are you the poor but loved and happy scholars of Future Hope proudly showing us their school rooms, eagerly holding our hands, smiling, hugging us, dancing for and with us, painting Beauty onto our skin? “S T O P stop!” Are you football and rugby and races at the dusty, hot Maidon? Are you the crazy wind snatching the Interim sign as I try again and again to toss it to laughing Dragons poised for our video? What are you, Kolkata? Are you the Missionaries of Charity, mother Theresa’s loving legacy serving the poorest of the poor? Are you the powerful energy emanating from her tomb? Six AM mass, milk tea, banana and white bread? Are you Sister Mary Mercy, David from Nigeria or Dawn from Canada or countless other pilgrims? “We miss you miss you miss you from our hearts!” What are you, Kolkata? Are you the girls at Shanti Dan, misshapen bodies with souls shining through their eyes? Giggling Sonia, bright-eyed Pinky, Hand-holding Sheila. “slow ...slow...slow...fast!” Are you dirty laundry, washing laundry, wringing laundry, hauling laundry, drying laundry, folding laundry? Are you the scowling then smiling Massis? “These are good girls!” What are you, Kolkata? Are you bus rides with tired, joyous juniors? “Who wants water?” three generous brothers, Nizam, Mohin and Farid? Are you Badla, the “best movie ever!”, BBQ Nation, Peter Cat? Are you mediations, one-word check-ins, journals, and sharing sessions on the sixth floor in which we discover our truest Selves once again? “May you be well. May you be safe. May you be happy. May you be peaceful. May you be loved.” Or are you simply me and I you?

Kolkata, India 2018

Note: This is a blog that got caught in draft form. No time like the present!

Kolkata, India 2018

I never dreamed I would go to Kolkata.  In March, the Principal and I took 18 juniors and seniors in high school to Kolkata, India, on the Children of Kolkata Interim.

Here are components of a reflection I wrote a week later.

So, what do I make of my time in Kolkata after being home a week now?  I’ve really not continued to process it as much as I hoped so this may serve that purpose.

OPENNESS: I found that I was able to open myself to others on a level that I hadn’t before.  A human to human level; perhaps even a level that acknowledges the Christ in another.  Connecting to Sheela (a girl cared for by the Missionaries of Charity) and many of the other girls through touch, smiles, eye contact, and intention did that.  All pretenses that are put up automatically as a part of a developed world dropped away and all that was left was one human being with another and love.

LOVE: Love as something big and bright and all encompassing.  Love that doesn’t need anything tangible back but that connects and is resonant with another.  

CONNECTEDNESS: Connectedness with my fellow chaperone David and the students on the trip.  Connectedness with certain girls at Shanti-Dan and other volunteers: Donna and Josephina. Connectedness to the Khans: Mohin and Nazim. Connectedness with people on the street that we saw and passed by - just by smiling and giving real eye contact.  At the beginning of the trip I was so enamored with James’ ability to connect to kids and adults alike - strangers- that almost instantly became friends.  How did he do it?  I learned that he simply opened himself to their humanity and that is all it took.

PERSPECTIVE:  It is good to know that the life I live isn’t the only way to live life.  Somehow this real life is less real than that life.  Now that I have witnessed and felt what I have witnessed, felt and known, I can always return to that Truth or live in that Truth.  I only need to choose to do so.  Look each person in the eye and see the real him or her, the human beneath the pretense.  Be real.  Be seen.  Be open.  Be connected. Be.

Developing world - Kolkata:  I wasn’t horrified by what I saw.  I didn’t feel sorry for people.  I acknowledged their strife for day to day living and I know I can’t know what it is to be them, BUT I was actually impressed with the way the society is set up to support the poor, the sustainability already in place.  These are things like un-fired pottery for cups, bags made out of old newspapers, street markets that needed no extra plastic, easily accessible (albeit gross) public toilets, public baths, and public water supply (pumps). Public transportation/transportation for rich and poor (bikes, walking, Uber, bus, tuk tuk, rickshaw, taxi (1953?)), burning your own trash, taking your recycling to a place, spices sold in jars, cloth sold for sewing, virtually no packaging to clutter things up.

Developing world life - to be poor - Kolkata:  This is certainly just by observation, right?  But homeless people slept on mats or cots or in their rickshaw on the side of the road, bathed, got water, food, toilet, all there.  People talked to each other and problem-solved together.  No cell-phones to separate them from their fellow human beings.  Those with no one might be “lucky enough” to be taken in my Missionaries of Charity.  There, while residents own absolutely nothing, they are cared for.  They receive a bed, food to eat, clothing to wear, medical attention, exercise, physical therapy, education (for the girls at Shanti-Dan).  From volunteers like us they receive additional attention, kindness, and love.  This is what it looks like to take money out of the system altogether and simply pay attention to the needs of others and how what you have can fulfill someone else’s needs.  Amazing.  This is not to say that life isn’t hard, probably often lonely, perhaps hopeless for some.  That I cannot say.

Mother Theresa’s tomb:  I want to give this a bit of attention as it is something that has stuck with me.  The place was surprisingly powerful.  Truly powerful.  The heartbeat of Kolkata, I called it.  There was an energy there that overwhelmed me.  I can’t say that I identified it as Love, actually.  But it was Energy (with a capital E) and it was Real (with a capital R).  I wanted to cry, really.  The kind of overwhelming, powerful emotion - crying - that comes to you when you’ve just learned someone you loved has died.  And you know that they are gone but still with you.  Like that.  A powerful presence was in that room where her tomb was.  And it was not present for me in the chapel just one floor up.  I shall not forget that.  I have encountered other sacred spaces - this definitely counts as one!

Cambodia in Spring

I highly recommend going on a mission trip.  I’ve just completed my second trip.  This time I spent Monday - Friday of Spring Break with a group of 22 people from Church of All Nations, Hong Kong, who were working in conjunction with an organization called CWEF.  We had the opportunity to sight see a tad bit, support organizations which empower former sex slaves and homeless men and then teach children at a school and integrate into their rural community.  

Things I never thought I would do but have done:  

1. Eat fried scorpion.  The tail - to be exact.  It tasted earthy and more like dirt than anything.  (I’m sure you can figure out why.) Don’t need to do that again.
2. Eat fried cricket.  Fried in oil and seasoned with salt - not too bad really.  Just don’t stare in their vacant eyes too much.  
3. Un-thatch and re-thatch a chicken coop roof. I was part of a team of about 9 people, true.  But I never imagined I would do it.
   
4. Teach 4 to 14-year-old Cambodian children animals in English.  Their school is basic - a play yard, cement building with one room for each of six grades.  No electricity.  Natural lighting.  Black board, teacher desk, student desk, posters on the wall.  The children had fun and were engaged in the 45 minute lessons. But they really loved play time jumping rope, making friendship bracelets, and playing soccer with the kids from Hong Kong.  At the end of their day it was lunch time.  Children walked or rode bikes home.
   
5. Meet and talk with a family with no electricity or clean water source, but squatter latrine out back.  As far as I could tell, they had only a one-room home made out of wood and dirt floor.  Platforms to sleep on, sit on, work on, use as a table or anything else.  Babies and children didn’t appear to have any possessions or toys and weren’t giggling or playing rough.  Just shy and smiling with beautiful soul-light in their eyes.  Father said knowing Christ has brought him a sense of peace in his poverty. Chickens, cats, and roamed freely.
6. Breathe dust and dirt.  So much dust from the dirt road going through the community.  Always dust in the air as cars and motorcycles bop by.  Road crew came by to water the road to help tamp down the dust, but somehow, it was back to atrocious the following day. That means everything you have gets dusty: floors, pots and pans, cooking surfaces, feet, hair, arms.  And with limited water source, people can stay dirty a long time. 
7. Help make five gallons of dish soap from the chemicals and water needed to do so.
8. Shave banana plant for pounding into a meal mixed with rice husks for the farm ducks.
9. Love, love, love human beings from a place and society foreign to my experiences.

What’s the take away? 

Well, I realize that outsiders can be helpful in lifting a community up, but that there are likely good ways and bad ways to do it.  You want to give them what they need to lead a healthier life, but don’t go in trying to change their society.  Something like building a water filter that can clean gallons of water at a time, is made from community materials, and that the people are taught how to do it and the value of doing it - that works.  Bringing in a hundred plastic toothbrushes, maybe not.  Where do they throw them out when then are done, since they are not biodegradable and there’s not easy garbage disposal?  And what if they can’t get more when you are gone?

Societies are running for the most part in a way that is sustainable for THEM.  It may look very different from what I know, but that doesn’t mean it’s not functioning.  

Long term relationships with a community and its people seem to be a good way to go, but again, don’t impose your views upon them and don’t make the community dependent upon your support.  CWEF supports the school we were at by hiring teachers.  But then they ask the students to contribute a very nominal amount of money to their education.  This way, CWEF can back out and move to another community, while the school can continue to run off of the tuition paid by the students and the investment in education that the community comes to value.

 

Christmas 2017 greetings

December 2017

Dear Family and Friends,

May your Christmas and New Year be blessed.

The Braykos continue life in Hong Kong, now in our fourth year there and our eighth year abroad.  Adam is now a sophomore and 16.  Alec is 13 and in 8th grade.  Brenda continues teaching juniors and seniors English at 80%, working with Forensics and Theater clubs.  Brent continues as Associate Principal of Teaching and Learning and working on school accreditation teams.  We all travel with school events occasionally (more on that shortly).  Our dog Rigby, a fluffy rescue that resembles a bear, is now 8.  And our cat Jigs is 7.  Hong Kong has been good to us.  We love the beauty and quiet of the South side of Hong Kong island which resembles the French Riviera.  It’s just a half hour to get to the cityscape of Hong Kong, with its Time Square high end shopping and plethora of international restaurant choices and view of Victoria Harbor.

Travel this year took us hither and yon - Alec to Thailand, Brent to Morocco, Brenda to China, the whole family to Cancun, Mexico.  In the summer we headed back to the US where Adam went to Art Camp for the first time and worked with ceramics; Alec went to a more traditional camp with a friend from the Madison area, and we all spent a week in Minoqua at a lake cabin with Brent’s brothers and family.

The summer was busy with visits to family and friends, as usual.  We always count our blessings when we are welcomed home by loved ones.  This summer we knew it was time to reorganize our “stuff” which was stored in pods and loved ones basements.  We knew this would mean garage sales.  We didn’t know it would mean three garage sales and the purchase of a house in Green Bay!  But that is what happened.  When a house comes to you after seven years of living nomadic summers, you take it.  We closed on our three bedroom home near Lambeau field the end of September!  And we are in the process of moving in now as we are back in Wisconsin for the holidays.  The house is small and perfect for our needs.  It has been “like Christmas” opening boxes of our possessions that have been in storage for more than seven years.  Ah, memories!

Personal highlights includes the conclusion of Brenda’s “Year of Brenda” as she declared it - a time to reset her mental, spiritual, and physical Self for her next 50 years.  It was a phenomenal year of learning and growth.  Part of the growth took place at a three day Spiritual retreat at a retreat center in Hong Kong which both Brenda and Brent attended.  (I would recommend Eckhart Tolle’s A New Earth and Richard Rohr’s Falling Upward for anyone wanting to explore their spirituality at a new level.)

Adam continues to embrace veganism, running, and the creative arts and has added writing short stories for public viewing to this list of achievements.  One of his stories online has surpassed 1300 views!  He also plays guitar.  By far, Adam’s biggest news is the furthering of his transition from female to male with top surgery, which took place just a few weeks ago in Madison, WI.  Recovery is going quite well but it will be months before we know the final results after healing.  After living through many ups and downs, Adam now finds himself counseling others through their own difficult paths.  We are proud of him.

Alec continues to enjoy gaming (especially Minecraft) and speaking in interesting accents (Russian, British, Aussie), but has also made clear strides in vocal music.  He has built confidence this past year, singing in the leadership team at church with his parents for example.  This has led to a fabulous debut at the recent choir concert singing in an acapella quartet (a Pentatonix song) and taking a lead role in the Christmas musical at church.  He also is taking a leadership role in the Pick the Lock club at school (a math-related club).  He is a level-headed young man who makes friends easily and knows how to maintain them.  We are proud of him.

Brent continues being a phenomenal leader at HKIS and is enjoying working with our new high school principal.  He works with a personal trainer to stay in shape.  He loves a good massage and good friends and food.  He keeps the family organized and is a great husband and father.

Christmas letters are good at providing the highlights of life (much like social media) and not so good at expressing the ups and downs that come with living the life of a human being.  But we’ve had our share of those too.  We welcome more intimate conversations with you anytime, those that invite not only smiles but tears as well.  

May you be well. May you be happy.  May you be peaceful.  May you be loved.

The Braykos

Mother's Day Tributes

It's Mother's Day.  So, of course I think about the fact that I am a mother - for 13 years now.  I also think about my mother and the mother figures in my life.  I have been blessed to have women who are my elders wherever I have gone.  These women have guided me and shown me through their example what it is to be a woman.  They have modeled love, joy, grace, relationship, health, spirituality, and generosity.

Mom.  Love.  I was blessed with a mother who has and does model love.  Mom's love manifests as giving.  Giving often and much. Mom taught me to love words and learning.  She enjoys contributing to her community - for many years as a teacher and still a worker-bee behind the scenes of various organizations to keep them running smoothly.  She is a planner and a list-maker.  She taught me the satisfaction of checking things off a list. But she also taught me to love the Lord and believe in that which is greater than things of this earthly existence.  She modeled self-advocacy and gracefulness in the face of adversity.  In her later years she tenaciously has maintained a routine to keep her physical body as healthy as it can be, stubbornly keeping several ailments at bay.  She laughs easily, cares for those who are underdogs, outsiders, outcasts, or "other".  She has modeled life-long learning, in part persistently engaging with technology as a Facebook, email, and Skype user.

Joan. Strength.  In life and in dying Joan was strong.  A quiet woman and joyous in much of her quiet endeavors, my mother-in-law always welcomed me into the family and into her life.  She was widowed twice and found the courage to seek love a third time.  She loved and accepted love.  She allowed life to be what it was going to be, the good and bad, the mundane and the miraculous.  Her life taught me to believe in miracles.

Kathy. Relationship.  It was through Kathy's motherly presence I was able to transition from a high school student to an independent college student.  Kathy was a working woman in charge of hormonal 17 - 21 year-olds in the cafeteria dishroom. She showed me through example what it was to be a leader in the workplace and what respect between supervisor and worker looked like.  Kathy provided the adult presence I longed for as I was acclimating to this thing called adulthood.  For many years after, I would always seek Kathy out when I would return to alumni events on campus.  I was always greeted with a big smile and a hug, no matter how busy she was with the new crew of young 'uns.

Bonnie. Connection.  I considered her a bit of a parental figure in my early 20's.  It may surprise you to know that Bonnie and Joe owned a bar that I frequented "back in the day."  Joe and Bonnie were always present in their little bar whenever my crew arrived to play pool and have a drink.  She kept a keen eye on me to make sure I was safe and smart in my encounters with the guys in the group.  I knew she had my back.

Karen and Lisa.  Respect.  Karen and Lisa  were mentors and friends throughout my teaching career. We met when I was a new teacher and they were about 7-10 years in.  I thought they were so wise and had it all together! And they did.  I admired their professionalism, interactions with students, and creative minds. They were and are still rare gems demonstrating true collegiality. I learned from Karen and Lisa what it was to be a professional of integrity.  They treated "the newbie" with as much respect as the "old guard."  Soon enough both were a good friends, too.  In that capacity I was especially drawn to observing Karen in the role of wife and mother.  She shared openly her journey as a mother of three.  I admired her relationship with her husband which is open, loving, full of music and able to handle the trials life set in their way.  Now I continue to cherish these wonderful ladies' friendship and watch their journeys in retirement.

Carolyn. Fun-loving. Carolyn is one of those larger-than-life master teachers who every student knows and loves.  "Mrs. Brown's brownies" were legendary at the school where I spent 17 years of my career. Carolyn blew in on a breeze from "Hoffman" Estates and changed the entire culture at our school with her vision, presence and stories.  I still think about Carolyn's interactions with students when I think about who I want to be. Her energy, compassion, interest, understanding, and joyous presence is a great example.

Maureen.  Healthy. When I went overseas after over 20 years of teaching, I landed in Korea.  There I found an amazing colleague just finishing her career.  A Canadian abroad, Maureen and her husband brought "home" with them wherever they went.  They hosted Christmas caroling parties and happily took us on hikes.  Maureen's eating habits were entirely different from others I had seen from her generation. She introduced me to things like quinoa, chia and hemp seeds, steel cut oats, and homemade energy balls.  She hiked, worked out regularly and generally took amazing care of herself. Maureen provided an example of what a balanced life could be.

Patricia. Spiritual. I'd never met anyone quite like Patricia.  Still teaching elementary music at 70, she had a spiritual center and meditative practice that spoke to me.  Patricia led a meditative yoga class for women that I attended.  She then introduced me to teaching to North Korean refugee women in Seoul.  In every session she would honor and love the women through song, word, encouragement and prayer. Patricia has served as a spiritual teacher through her example.

Janet. Energy.  Perhaps I thought that aging meant slowing down.  Janet refutes such a perception through her example.  She's still teaching in her 70's, providing wisdom, clarity, and humor to the craft.  She also is an inspiration in her health habits.  Eating well and exercising, including working out several times a week with a trainer in Primal.  She shows me up most of the time but also provided the inspiration to get started in the first place.  If she can be that healthy so can I.

I honor the women who have shown me the way.  Who will you guide with your good example? Who will I have influenced as a teacher, mentor and guide?

Fifty: A February reflection

"Year of Brenda" unfolding

Mind:
Understanding . . .
the Dark and the Dark places
frequencies and the frequencies of Life
the power of Now and presence
honor, respect and Love one another in marriage
mental health and mental illness
nutrition and how food works
climate change
Politics

Body:
Being. . .
beautiful and adorning myself beautifully
strong and balanced
well-fed
silver


Soul:
Knowing. . .
my Purpose
the truth of my Self
the truth of my God
the Truth, the Way, the Life
the Kingdom of God
the true Light
the Christ
the Word