Wind in palm leaves carries me back to childhood days in Sri Lanka. The emotional memory is one of peace and yet there were violent pogroms erupting all around. My parents’ work was intensely involved in the social upheaval, and it carried
Long Beach—May 2nd Yesterday sparkled with warm sunshine and geraniums popping in amidst mysterious giant succulent blooms that I cannot name, but today? Misty fog blanketing the canal over yonder and pigeons cooing, discussing life amongst shorebirds. My mother is everywhere. My
Tuesday Morning—Long Beach On Sunday, I extracted my ‘residents only’ green pass out of the glove compartment, positioned it in my lap and headed towards PCH. No matter how many times I drive up this drive….in this altered universe of the present…this
Palm Sunday—Long Beach My indoctrination into the church at an early age was beautiful. Before we went to India, my father was the minister of the First Congregational Church, in Concord, New Hampshire. As I have never been one to be trapped,
Long Beach—Saturday Morning Long Beach—Saturday Morning As a tiny girl in India, my sister and I were perpetually buried by garlands of flowers. My father’s work was life saving, literally, hence his appearance on the scene of schools, hospitals, and villages generated
Long Beach—Monday—April 6 Morning musings. This past weekend…a fire fundraiser on Saturday morning….Hands Off in downtown LA on Saturday afternoon…a Malibu gathering on Sunday, more fire fire fire discussion….and now Monday Monday, am I still here? A constant in all of this
Channeled Chimes was born from a glow that ripples, tickles and soars through my being, at the majesty of simply inhabiting the earth in this body at this time with all of its creatures and creations and you. Thank you for joining me! Shall we dance?
I am a writer, including screenplays, a poet, a tapestry artist , a teller of stories, a singer of songs, who lives in a cottage by the sea. I have been a teacher,
an actress, a children’s theater director, a counselor for women with breast cancer, a grief counselor, a massage therapist, a filmmaker and a rollerblade champion.
I grew up in South India and Sri Lanka, and have lived in such colorful places as New Orleans, Charleston, Boulder, Manhattan’s Upper West Side, Minneapolis, New England and Malibu.
I have two grown daughters that I raised alone, I have four grandchildren, at different times I have had three golden retrievers and I look forward to having another!
In the birthday greeting words of an old friend:
“You are a wonder, you are light, you are a free spirit, a meditative soul, and a magical mamgee. When I think of you, I see you flying high, the whole world far below.
You skate with abandon, you have the heart of a child, and you see the world through the eyes of a poet. You are a craftsman of words, a teller of tales, and a dreamer of dreams. This Earth is a far richer and more joyful place because of your birth!”
I am herewith acknowledging Norman, my former husband and forever soulmate and heart’s friend for creating this website.
We are all blessed!
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