Wearable Art

I wanted to make something beautiful — art I could hold and feel and wear. So my daughter Sara Makeba and I made these — beautiful fabric and shells and beads and buttons and threads. We hope you like them!

We’re offering them at the very special price of $25 just until the end of the year. Look at the photos and send us a message to let us know which one you want. We’ll send them priority in time for the holiday.

An Excellent Example of the Power of Story

I facilitate a lot of workshops. I love doing it. There is nothing like watching and listening as story builds bridges, opens doors and develops community. My favorite experience, however, was a few years ago in San Antonio. It was a conference on inclusion and I was the keynote speaker and also presented two break out sessions. In my first break out session, “We Are Our Stories: How sharing stories builds community” the room was packed. Despite our emphasis on diversity and inclusion, the folk in the classroom were seated in clumps and groups of apparent similarity. I could almost draw a diagram from what I saw. But an amazing thing happened as we proceeded. The perceived differences between us seemed to melt away. The young woman with the nose rings and the older woman in the $500 suit were sharing stories from their similar childhoods. Jaded long-time teachers were recognizing themselves in the stories of young nuns from the local diocese. Artificial boundaries came down. Without preaching. Without exhorting. Without effort. Just by the simple power of sharing personal stories.  In this video I tell a little bit about it.

Riding the Wind

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Someone up there is having a big laugh at my expense. Or else it’s a lesson in living by grace. I’m moving. I know. That’s not unique to me. But I’m moving in a BIG way. By the end of this month we will have moved out of three apartments in one month. I know. Crazy!

First we moved my husband and son from the apartment they were in. My husband worked 3 hours from home and had a little place near his job so that he didn’t have to do a daily commute. Instead, he and I traded weekends (with him doing the most travel, to be honest!) for several years. When my son found work in the same community, he moved into the “guy pad,” as well. Next, we moved my daughter from her apartment.  She graduated from college this spring (YAY! Hallelujah!) and is looking for employment, but in the meantime she’s hanging out with us. Now, we’re packing up the place in which I’ve lived for the past few years while working for a local company. Oh — and there are 2 storage units to pack up. And an art studio. The moving van is coming this upcoming weekend. Okay. Deep breath. I’m breathing…. Of course this is just the right time for some interesting interviews and auditions to show up as well. When? Why this week, of course!

Sometimes change creeps in and is barely noticeable, and sometimes it’s like a wind which springs up suddenly, picks up everything in its path, and re-orders life as we know it. It feels like chaos. It IS chaos. I feel a bit like Dorothy hanging on for dear life. I have no idea what the landscape will look like when the winds set me down. But I am absolutely sure that I will be set down in the place I am meant to be.

Becoming Harriet Tubman

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I’m halfway through my run of Becoming Harriet Tubman at Piccolo Spoleto festival. The theater, Threshold Repertory Theater on Society Street, is a little black box theater that seats about 100. It’s a teeny place with a great feel. Despite it’s size, they put on a lot of big productions there, they’re planning a Midsummer’s Night Dream in July with a caste of 20! The crew has been great and I’ve enjoyed every moment of the production.  Two more shows to go! Then on, I hope, to more opportunities to share Harriet Tubman with more audiences. And other work as well.