This morning I walked down to meet the Pacific Ocean, accompanied by four women from my creative tribe: Asha, Barbara, Meagan and Jessica. The intention was to dip my toes in–a symbolic baptism, a polite how-dee-do, a tidy check mark on the life list. Except I don’t do things that way. In my excitement I ran out into the surf, and the Pacific Ocean grabbed me by the knees and pulled me all the way in. Full immersion.
It was a much-needed reminder that life has always rushed out to meet me whenever I step–even timidly–in the direction of my dreams. Sweeps me right off my feet.
I’m in Southern California to talk about the power of family stories, at the kind invitation of Mom 2.0 Summit, with wardrobe help from The Red Sari, who is sponsoring me for some of my travel costs. I hope you’ll enjoy a few days of virtual postcards from this beautiful place.