In Praise of coaching

Nine months ago I enrolled in a 12 month program to become a Certified Intuitive Coach.  This came serendipitously to me on yes, of all places Facebook, at a time when I was wholeheartedly engaged up to my eyeballs in a 2 year Hollow Bone advanced training program in Shamanism.  

Why the heck would I want to add to my already full plate in my so-called twilight years?  Because I am voraciously curious, Heather (CEO of the coaching company) is intoxicating, and I believe it will complement the shamanic work perfectly!

Barbara Alexander, mentor and life coach for me over many years

Now nearing completion of both programs I am reflecting on my own history in life and having a coach. 

Athletes have coaches to view their performance with a fresh and (usually) objective eye.  Singers, actors, business executives have coaches; it’s about improving confidence and performance. Coaches provide encouragement, vitality, wisdom of experience, and support when the athlete/client inevitably wants to drop from exhaustion, discouragement or burnout.

As a lifelong athlete in primarily individual sports such as swimming, diving, equestrian, and rowing, I always had a coach.  Although I believed in myself there were moments of self doubt and drama that the coach mitigated with compassion and cheer, well generally!  I counted on my coach to be supportive, encouraging and engaged with my training and to give me feedback on things that were going well and those that were not, so I could improve, so I knew where I stood.

Gus Constant, my first rowing coach, Philadelphia

Sometimes taking that feedback was hard but without it I had no roadmap for success.  As I approach the end of this cycle of education in shamanism and intuitive coaching I am preparing myself for the next phase of my career, to be a coach; to stand beside, to encourage, support, lead and empower a human being to dig deep and be their best self.

Beka Smith, my eventing coach, competing at Millbrook HT, photo by Jenni Autry

With that comes onerous responsibility but also the greatest of joy.  To lead and empower someone to find themselves if they are lost; to encourage someone to step beyond the obstacles that are blocking their joy and success; to nuture, revive and invigorate the vitality in someone who has struggled is an honor and a privilege.

Julio Sanchez, my primary rowing coach, Vero Beach Rowing Club

My dad was probably, no most assuredly, the most important coach in my life.  Though he started me swimming competitively at age 5, his coaching focused on other areas outside of sports.  He was tough on me but also loving and I knew I could always turn to him for support.  He believed in me unconditionally whether he was teaching me how to use an electric drill, or doing a reverse gainer in diving.  

Dad 2007

Having had this coaching, I have a feel for what it is to be coached, and how to be an effective and compassionate one.  How can you be a great coach if you never raced and trained in the sport/milieu you are coaching?

Intuitive Coaching gives the coach the opportunity to invoke the skill of sensing information outside the realm of our 5 senses; the information available to us without conscious reasoning or evidence/proof of it’s existence.  Why is this important?  Because it yields more information and can accelerate the coaching process and generate deeper, richer and more profound results in a shorter period of time.

Sharona Moorer, my mentor and Intuitive Coach with Atmana Academy

I often hear people ask, Why coaching?  I can do it on my own Really?  Then why haven’t you?  Coaching can rocket a person into alignment with their highest and best self, their soul purpose, their truest form with best effort and intention, and a good coach. 

Can you imagine what we could do for each other and the planet if we were all our best selves?

  • Is there some important life decision you are considering but feel afraid and unable to act?
  • Are you seeking more joy and fulfillment in your life, in your relationships?
  • Do you feel powerless to ask for what you want without feeling guilty?  

Learn how to take action to empower yourself to have what you want.  When we feel stuck and disempowered we lose the vitality and joy in life.   So, if you have been wondering, seeking, imagining your best self and the life you envision, try coaching with an intuitive. 

I invite you to explore the possibilities with me!  Check out Intuitive Coaching on my website and book a free exploratory call. 

Wishing you all the best in this winter season of stillness and reflection


Leisurely lunch in Mae Ai Thailand

Why are we so frightened of being really seen for who we are by others? It is easy for me to answer that question today as I prepare to dive deeply into a new business, website and on line presence that scares the beJezuz out of me!

Learning how to make pad thai!!

Why? Being vulnerable and opening myself to criticism, judgment and feedback from today’s universe of media is daunting. I, like most people, do not want to put myself out there to face the onslaught of ridicule and judgment sure to come my way from some not-so-fans out there. Those few can do some real damage to my psyche if I let them. Feeling this way and having self doubt is human but at this stage of life I’d like it not to rule.

LARGE beetle in Thailand

From the time I was a little girl I was expected to be polite and not to engage in conflict or even negotiate for what I wanted. I know my siblings had different experiences but I was trained to squeeze into a pretty tight box of perfection so I never really learned how to take a stand for myself, negotiate for what I wanted, or speak my truth. I felt like I had to be in silent perfection most of the time. So, facing criticism and judgment has been terrifying for me. I have been working on setting boundaries and speaking up for myself (still working on kindly and calmly) my whole adult life.

VERY wet elephant encounter in Thailand

As I approach what I would call the twilight years I want to make them count. I want to be doing the work that I was born to do and it has taken my entire life up to now to know it, step into it, and to feel it in every cell of my body. As I launch this new phase of my life, I open myself to judgment and criticism but I also now know that I open myself to support and the loving presence of those that recognize the power of my soul’s expression.


To complicate matters, my work and soul expression is not exactly mainstream. I am a shamanic practitioner. Huh? “Is that like being a witch?” someone asked me recently! Shamanism has been practiced by indigenous cultures for millenniums; the art and tradition of working with spirit to discern information and provide healing on the physical, emotional, and spiritual levels. In this time of our lives and the state of our planet we need connection to spirit and the Earth Mother more than ever. It is our only hope…

Hamilton Pool, Dripping Springs TX

Brene Brown is my heroine. She writes about vulnerability, courage, living a whole hearted life. That is what I am striving for. Her messages bring me comfort, hope and strength as I dive headlong into the deep.

I want to be in the arena. I want to be brave with my life. And when we make the choice to dare greatly, we sign up to get our asses kicked. We can choose courage or we can choose comfort, but we can’t have both. Not at the same time…If you’re not in the arena also getting your ass kicked, I’m not interested in your feedback.

Brene Brown

Changing Direction

When I was a little girl, my grandmother taught me how to feed chickadees sunflower seeds out of my hand. Grandma Kane would sit with me, silently on the deck outside facing the evergreen trees, and wait patiently. Eventually one would light on my fingertips with a whisper of air, pluck a seed out of the palm of my hand and fly away to enjoy it in solitude. They would come in groups of 2 or 3, each taking their turn. It was thrilling to know that a wild creature would trust enough to actually fly to me for food.

Sunset over San Miguel de Allende

One in particular stood out. He had one leg so I nicknamed him peg-leg. Even at that tender age of perhaps 10 or 11, I felt such compassion for him, knowing that his life with one leg would probably be shorter and more difficult than others due to this vulnerability. Of course he faded from my memory as I blossomed into a teenager with other priorities but I am called back to those days of wonder as I engage in what has become my life calling and passion. In my sixth decade, half a century later, there are remnants of those sweet moments on my deck with my grandmother lingering in my awareness.

Barn Owl, VINS

I believe she nurtured in me a love of birds, of wildlife. She taught me the basic birdcalls and songs and helped me to identify birds and even lure them to my hands with food. This instilled in me a reverence for nature and wild birds that has stayed with me and has blossomed into what is becoming my passion.

Trumpeter swans, Sumter SC

Recently I became an apprentice to a shamanic practitioner and will be studying with her and a group of 10 others for 8 months to understand, learn, and practice shamanic healing. What the heck does that mean?

Mama and baby, Namibia

Shamanism dates back millenniums and has been practiced all over the world in almost every culture, on every continent. Sandra Ingerman states, Shamanism teaches us that everything that exists is alive and has a spirit. Shamans speak of a web of life that connects all of life and the spirit that lives in all things. Everything on earth is interconnected an any belief that we are separate from other life forms including the earth, stars, wind, etc. is purely an illusion. And it is the shamanism’s role in the community to keep harmony and balance between humankind and the forces of nature.

summer flower, Red Rocks CO

Shamanic practitioners create a life intimately connected to nature with a deep reverence for all living beings. For me personally, that has meant spending more time in the woods, meadows, and by the streams, creating relationships with plants, trees and wildlife and a profound respect for what they contribute to the planet.

Hamilton Pool Preserve, Austin TX

One of the major ceremonies a shaman performs is called a shamanic journey. During a journey the shamanic practitioner uses some type of percussion, usually a drum or a rattle, to journey into another realm of consciousness. This is where the practitioner connects with helping spirits, compassionate spirits, who offer their guidance and also their healing help on behalf of all life on earth.

Sleepy male lion, Botswana

As an apprentice in this work, I am learning how to connect with spirits for different purposes; for healing for myself, my family and friends, for the animals, and for the planet. It is what I feel called to do to assist in the healing of the planet and for each other during this most challenging time.

Goliath heron, Botswana

Over the years I have spent hours in the woods, alone with my dogs and horses, in silence observing, connecting with the wild animals, plants and birds. It wasn’t until I found my current teacher that I understood that all along I was being called to this work, that I wasn’t quite ready. I prescribe to the saying, When you are ready, the teacher will appear.

Maroon Bells, CO

I write about this now to let you know that I am deeply engaged and committed to this work. My goal is to phase out of traditional hospital nursing and move forward into this work. Part of my work as an apprentice is to practice what I am learning with those who are interested, curious, who desire healing or information that is available through shamanic practice. This could be connecting with a departed loved one, physical/emotional/spiritual healing, guidance on a particular question, or healing of a companion animal.

PM me if you are interested.

With gratitude for the planet and each other

The chasm of longing

My relentless, restless desire to immerse myself in African culture began during my short but memorable stint on the Africa Mercy Ship while in Port Noire, Republic of Congo. Something inside opened and a seemingly bottomless chasm of curiosity and intrigue lured me to the continent over and over.

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Recovering a child on Mercy Ship

In the last 3 years I have made the 8000+ mile journey 8 times! That is a staggering number of miles and hours spent in pursuit of a passion to experience the culture and traditions of people from which all earthly existence stems. An astonishing number of hours seated in immovable seats, crunched into submission, yearning for sleep and comfort on the 15+ hour transatlantic flight.

Beauty from Mercy Ship

I am not sure what has propelled me into this whirlwind of desire and curiosity. Could it be my deepest connection to ancient roots? A desire to serve? Or worst, simply boredom and a need to find myself .   I am reminded, Wherever I go, there I am.

Until now, I could not explain it nor deny the pull, the intrigue, the curiosity. My assignment in Swaziland ended after 2 months, my choice. Working under a micromanager did not align with my style. My most recent assignment in Kenya I terminated due to family crises after 1 month. During my stay in rural Kenya, I noticed a change in my resolve, my curiosity, my passion for the work and the culture. Other issues and people were calling to me, my family, my partner, my passions for running, animals and relaxing in nature surfaced in a most compelling way.

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Fruits of the rainy season

Restless, irritable and discontent, I ended my assignment after 1 month, both embarrassing and disturbing. I don t feel good about breaking agreements and bailing after such a short time. But I felt compelled to take care of myself and my family, choosing from a place of joy and vitality vs burden and responsibility. Having invested money, time and emotional energy in my journey to Kenya, it was both with sadness and relief that I let it go, driven by the desire to live a joyful life. I sought counsel and guidance from a new bestie in Kenya, Sister Jennifer, a lovely and soulful retired teacher and Sister of Mercy.

Sister Jennifer

It was easy to chose as a result of her guidance: God is life and all life is God. God is in everything and a reflection of all we are and do. Chose from what gives you life and vitality. When you waken in the morning, what gives you life? I already knew what my choice needed to be in order to support my joy and vitality but I believe I needed permission or a nudge in that direction. She complied through her simple guidance and loving presence.

girl fetching water

Rural Mutomo was a grim experience for me; 70 km from tarmac roads, stricken with severe poverty and a high burden of disease, often leading to orphaning entire families of children.  HIV, TB, diabetes, accidents, and drought left families without safety, security, and food. I was unprepared for the limited sources and variety of food for myself, though fruits and many vegetables were available. In order to procur even the most basic supplies, it was a 2+ hour ride on rutted and often impassible roads. The monotony of the food was challenging. Daily power outages were predictable. Heavy rains made the roads impassible many days.     The quiet and pastoral nature of the land and people were soothing and I enjoyed the cows, goats and chickens that roamed freely through the town s streets and around my house.

My friends and neighbors

My role as nurse educator in a newly established nursing school was easy to walk into, working with 2 established faculty members on site. Teaching to a group of 5 incoming students was not what I expected. The dynamics were challenging as I encouraged them to communicate with openness and honesty. Rural African people tend to be shy and culturally it is most appropriate for them to maintain a reserve that is often uncomfortable for me, the ebullient, curious, questioning one.

Me and Joanna

Upon leaving I am struck dumb by the sudden disappearance of that open and seductive chasm of longing for Africa. I feel a sense of completion, at peace with my decision to return home. Though this sudden absence of longing is disturbing and a surprise,  it is a bit of relief as I am sure it is for my family. I have no idea what is next, both an exciting and daunting challenge.

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My signature meal of kitchari dal

I am ready to sit and eat a cheeseburger, fresh salad and perhaps a piece of carrot cake or gelato .. and stare into the eyes of my loved ones. I am humbled by my guilt, self absorption and focus on my own needs. I wanted to be stronger, to serve the disadvantaged, to explore. Turning 65 tomorrow, perhaps I am entering a new era of brand new exploration and discovery. I am ready to support and care for those I come home to, and await the unfolding of what is next .



A pivotal point in my recent life journey emerged when I began to actively practice yoga in 2011. Seeking a variation in my exercise and physical activity I entered a yoga studio in Southern Pines, NC where I was spending much of the winter with my horses, seeking refuge from the NE winter.


Challenging, sweaty, painful, humiliating .my first few experiences in the studio. My inflexible limbs would not cooperate with the suggested poses. Gasping for air, I could not stay in step with gentle, slow breathing.  I lived for the end of the class, shavasana, or corpse pose, when you get to lie down, close your eyes, and drift off.

Two teachers became role models and inspiration for my practice, Sarah and Marcella. Quiet, strong, supple, they encouraged and helped me stay with it.  Most of all, I loved that they reminded me that it is Yoga practice, not Yoga perfect. I began to view yoga as a way of self-expression, living and practicing within my own limits. I released the need to compare myself to others in the room; to focus on my mat and do my best.  I learned I could take this concept off the mat, out of the studio, into the world.


Marcella suggested that I consider a yoga teacher training in order to deepen my practice and learn more about the history and aspects of yoga that transcend the physical poses. Though I did not have the desire to necessarily teach or make a living at it, I was intrigued and curious. After exploring a few options, I chose to embark on perhaps the most expensive basic 200 hour training ever!  I enrolled in Rolf Gate s course in Orlando FL, requiring monthly weekend travel to Orlando for 15 months!

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My choice of teacher was simple and straightforward; I had seen the fruits of Rolf s trainings mirrored in Marcella s teaching, and I was drawn to the style and softness of the practice. When I heard of his personal transformation as a result of yoga, I had to see for myself what this deeper training was all about. The program was fascinating, freeing, rigorous. Our group became fast friends and shared many laughs and still stay in touch.

Since completion in 2012, I have taught only a handful of courses. The value and principles remain imbedded in my spirit. Over the years, I have abandoned my yoga out of laziness, distraction or simple lack of interest.


Isolated in Kenya, unable to run freely as yet, homesick and longing for family, familiar foods and experiences, I turn to yoga. I take my seat on the mat and breathe. Rejuvenating my practice has given me focus, peace, serenity, balance, and the challenge of loosening my increasingly taut body! As the blood and breath reach into cells and muscles ignored for months/years, I feel stimulated yet relaxed. My cells are invigorated and my body tingles with the familiar awakening of this movement of energy within.

I am grateful and appreciate this renewal. It helps me get through days when I feel lost and isolated. My muscles and ligaments respond with strengthening and increasing flexibility. When beginning yoga I did not expect to learn anything other than physical poses, physical flexibility.


The insights received from both formal training and regular practice comfort and ground me, affecting both my physical and emotional experience:

  • Surrender my expectations for perfection
  • Open my heart
  • Balance effort with ease
  • Abide calmly in the moment
  • Do my best, without straining or struggle
  • I can take my seat anytime, in order to change my attitude or experience
  • Letting go of struggle yields peace and comfort
  • Being present in the moment attunes me with my feelings and emotional state
  • Release from my mind made prison, being present
  • Suffering is optional

There are so many others .try it on for size!

I thank all of those teachers who have inspired, guided, enlightened, and led me to the beautiful, grounding and heart opening practice of yoga.


I didn t anticipate that I would have 10 days of free time once on Kenyan soil before traveling to my site in Mutomo. Heavy rains, a broken truck, and staff training have delayed my departure but happily I have the free time to use as I wish.

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Me and Joanna, my site mate

The first few days I spent touring around Nairobi, a bustling, sophisticated modern city. Heavy traffic prevents rapid transit anywhere. Uber is a Godsend. I am most impressed with the lush foliage and brilliant blooms abounding during this full on rainy season. A city of contrasts, I did not expect to be seated in the actual ArtCafe that was so historically featured in the news a few years back, google it.

My site mate, Joanna, is also here biding time and we have explored the National Nairobi Museum, Karen Blixen Museum and café (so romantic), Westgate Mall (again google it), All Saints Anglican Cathedral, Maasai Market and several markets for food and provisions.

Karen Blixen (AKA Isak Dinesen) Museum

We spontaneously decided, well, after 24 hours of research, to spend the weekend at the coast. Happily departing Nairobi by Uber on Thursday morning, we cruised into the new train station 90 minutes later, in plenty of time to wait in a 200-300 person line for admission into the station.

The activities of recent years between Somalia and Kenya have created extra security even upon entering malls and stores where physical pat downs and xray of bags is commonplace. Our belongings were placed on a long belt and we were told to step back. Kenyan military then proceed with 2 dogs that sniff the luggage up and down. We are then allowed to proceed to the xray and pat down by female officers. Once through we enter the terminal, a gleaming silver building built recently by the Chinese. More security.

View of Kenya bush from the train

The 4.5 hour train across the open bush of Kenya was easy and comfortable. Glimpses of baboons, giraffes, elephants and quaint homesteads were available once the train left the densely populated city. Our $7 economy fare seated us in fairly spacious AC cars, each containing 118, passengers, the train carried around 1000! Seats were VERY close together and not so comfortable. Clean restrooms, snacks and service were supervised by spiffily clad men and women dressed like flight attendants. No photos allowed!

Arrival at the station was 7:30 pm so we chose a nearby hotel so as not to travel in the dark.     A stark contrast to cool and rainy Nairobi the temp was 85 and very humid on arrival. After a deep sleep under a whirring fan (no AC) we departed for Diani Beach by taxi during a busy Friday morning in perhaps the largest commercial seaport on the Eastern African coast.

Mombasa’s signature tusks

Traversing through the market area, the smoke, dust, and vehicle exhaust was overwhelming! Huge semis carrying freight containers bound for the port weaved in and out of motorbike, car and tuk-tuk traffic. The sweltering temperatures created rivulets of sweat down my chest and back, no AC in the vehicle.     The market area is always so interesting. Men welding with no protection, upholstered furniture so dusty and dirty who would buy it and place it in their home? Used clothing hanging in the dust, vegetables, used tires, concrete supports, doors, plastic containers, all for sale.

Mombasa traffic, dust

As we approached the ferry that would ford the river to the south beach, hundreds of cars and walkers vied for position on the narrowing entry to the boat. We stayed in the car for the crossing, a mere 10 minutes, baking in the stale air. Once across and through the market on the other side, the road opened to views of lush grass and palms. The crowds thinned and the scene was more pastoral; cows, sheep, greenery and village homes.

Souped up matatus in the city for public transport

Arrival at our guesthouse was a relief and we were served our complimentary beverage on the huge, thatched veranda. The rooms simple, no AC, but the beach and the view and the quiet surely made up for these failings. For $4, a complete meal of rice, meat, veggies and chapatti is served on the breezy porch with a view of monkeys swinging in the trees, anxious to share the food!

Typical thatched structure at our guesthouse in Diani Beach

A good book, meditation, a dip in the ocean is all the weekend holds for me. Talking to other guests always reveals such interesting stories and paths: a 22 year old Somali woman fled her country as a young girl now serves as receptionist: a 55 year old German man, raised in E Germany, never allowed to publish till the wall went down, has now written and published 50 books on cultural philosophy; a Dutch couple, both studying for PhD have researched and worked in Nairobi for 5 weeks, here on holiday before returning home, young Indian man from Mombai working as a data processor on holiday ..

Beautiful Diani Beach

I will spend the next few days, quiet, grateful, a bit homesick .

Holy Encounter


A light mist fell as I wound my way through a suburban neighborhood in Nairobi for the first time. Only the occasional chatter of birds disturbed the silence as I marveled at the quiet outside such a bustling city.

Serene and misty walk

Dropped at my guesthouse at 9:30 last night (3/16) I did not know how I would feel about the surroundings in which I would awaken. The guesthouse, simple, comfortable, and quiet afforded me much needed rest and regrouping after a long transatlantic flight to Zurich and on to Nairobi.

After a simple breakfast of eggs and veggies, I found that the restaurant I was to meet 2 other cmmb volunteers was only 2 km away. It always presents a choice of safety versus the delight and anticipation of exploring new surroundings in a profoundly different culture but after discussing the options with the guesthouse staff, I eagerly yet gingerly walked into the neighborhood in search of Cheka, the Japanese restaurant.

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Me and Joanna, my site mate

What a pleasant surprise, a suburban road, quiet, lushly green and laden with flowering shrubs and trees. I passed only 3 people the entire 2 km, enjoying the quiet and taking my first daylight hours in Kenya.

OOOOHH gelato!

After lunch and a visit to the grocery store, which offered gelato, spices of every kind, and beautiful and varied produce, I headed back home in the soft rain, inquiring every few moments, am I really here? What a gift

Fresh bread in the market

As I rounded the corner to home, I spotted a middle aged Kenyan woman walking in a few yards in front of me, carrying a large bundle on her head, clothed in traditional garb; head scarf, long colorful print skirt, assorted layered tops. As I caught up to her, we greeted each other, smiling. She spoke to me in Swahili and I attempted to explain I had 1 day under my belt and no Swahili yet. We both burst out laughing as she stroked my hair along the back of my head, and I clutched her hand in an act of friendship and greeting.

Heavy cargo

We continued to each speak in our native tongue, holding hands as we walked. She pointed to my head, and her bundle, and I wondered if she wanted me to try it out.     I offered but she did not understand, or want me to. She again stroked my hair. I did not recoil or stop her. I was touched by her gesture, her eagerness to make connection. Our communication was about friendship, an exploration of our openness and courage to touch, reach out and connect in a world where we are so often afraid. Afraid of germs, touching strangers, unsure what to say or do.

This was the most natural exchange and so spontaneous. It felt good and gentle and innocent. As Karen Casey writes in 52 Ways to Live the Course in Miracles                                     No experience is lacking in purpose.     Every encounter is holy.  

It is in this connection, a spontaneous moment, these holy encounters, that I am moved by spirit, a higher power to continue my travels to far off places; to explore myself, my barriers, my walls and my willingness to restore my own relationship with humanity.

From Mother Theresa

One day, my first day, so touched my heart and my experience. I understand that I can also do this in my own country, that I don t have to travel 10,000 miles to have these experiences. But I love the adventure and cultural exchange, and showing others that as Americans we can still love and connect with other faiths, colors, creeds despite our political leadership.

Stay tuned! Much more to come


Last night as I was falling asleep that familiar feeling crept over me; I haven t felt this in the last year in the states. It originates deep in my emotional core, an aching recognition of isolation and loneliness from living in a strange place on a continent 8000 miles from home. Washing over me for a minute or two it is enough to jolt me back into the reality of the choice I have made to depart from family, friends, security, and comfort to seek adventure, teach, and explore a new culture.

Prudence, language and cultural trainer, note the UGGS and winter coat!

For a fragment of time, it gives me pause to doubt my choice yet somehow it passes and I can move forward .

I am featuring Zoey in this blog; she is with me every moment and I miss her every day.  She gave me the ultimate gift of complete freedom….and I am so grateful, but my heart still aches over the loss of her beautiful spirit.

Our abbreviated training in Swaziland started on the 15th after spending 10 days in DC in training. We have been immersed in language and cultural training, safety and security, Swazi nursing practice and education, and PC policy and procedures. Housed temporarily in a training site, dorm style, we were all anxious to move to our permanent housing and settle in where we can cook for ourselves and have some privacy.

my kitchen

I have eaten enough fried chicken and fish now for a decade. Our meals have been prepared daily (wonderful luxury) and they are plentiful and overall pretty healthy. LOTS of veggies, rice, potatoes and usually chicken or fish for dinner, eggs and oatmeal for breakfast, and lunch a mix of things. We take our meals together and classes together so we are pretty tired of each other but all in all our group gets along well. Age range is 28-70 and there are 2 trailing spouses, 9 volunteer nurse educators.

Sworn in !

Our housing is at University of Swaziland (UNISWA) though I work at Southern Africa Nazarene University, about a 10-15 minute drive.  There are 6 of us at this housing site which makes it nice as we can share transportation and play games at night.  No tv or wifi, but the wifi was installed yesterday and we are keeping our fingers crossed that it works tomorrow.  Using the phone as a hot spot works as long as there is 3G network, but very unpredictable.

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View of the Swazi mountains from campus

Swaziland, nestled in the northeast corner of South Africa, has a pretty good infrastructure in terms of roads, power, and water supply and is fairly modern compared to Malawi where I was for 2015-16. However, the country was devastated by the HIV/AIDS epidemic and is still recovering. Here are a few statistics:

  • Population roughly 1.14 million
  • 17, 000 square km
  • 35-45% is HIV + (age and sex dependent)
  • new infections have decreased by 44%
  • average life span for female is 56, male 49
  • US gave $68 million in PEPFAR funding for HIV/AIDS in Swazi in 2017
  • Average annual income is $3135 (World Bank 2015)
  • 5% unemployment

frig gone for repairs

With that background, the seemingly up to date infrastructure takes on a new meaning ..things are not what they seem. This country has one of the few remaining monarchies. King Mswati III was crowned at 18 and has been ruling ever since. He is 49 and has been King since 1986.


Polygamy has been widely accepted on the African continent since the beginning of time. To that end, King Mswati has recently chosen his 16th wife and he has 32 children. The king is chosen on the death of the ruling king when he is the only son of one of the king s wives, regardless of age.


Time for dinner and more fried chicken! One of the bonuses here is returning home from a long day and picking up some chicken to go at a local BBQ stand. They call it chicken dust because of the dust collecting on the cooking chicken as it deposits from passing road traffic. Gotta have a sense of humor!!!

kettles galore, tea is BIG here

Full Out!

Like so many other things I pick up and then put down in my life, yoga seems to have disappeared from my practice in the last year. The relaxation, physical flexibility, and insights gained from regular practice are necessary for me to live more peacefully and with ease. I hadn t acknowledged just how stressed, tense, and anxious I have been for the last three months until settling into my Kripalu retreat with Kate at this wonderful sanctuary. The center is dedicated to the spiritual practices of yoga, meditation, mindfulness and promotes principles of ayurvedic healing and food preparation.

Kate at Kripalu

The food is MARVELOUS, and though we are staying in a dorm with 6 other women, it is quiet, the beds (bunk) are VERY comfy, and all the amenities are available. Breakfast is taken in silence and cell phones are prohibited in all public areas so it is magically quiet and serene.

Carter, Jackson, and Holt

For the last several months I have been juggling several balls in the air, not knowing if, when, or where I was going with Peace Corps. This was frustrating to say the least after the rigors of medical and security clearance that also took months.  Though I had an inkling I would be assigned to Swaziland, it had not been officially confirmed and then we were notified that the funding had not been released so we were uncertain if the program would move forward.

Suz and Bentley

I have been living out of suitcases and boxes for the last three years since I sold my home in Reading. Since my return from Malawi last July I have had 4 different addresses, living no more than 2-4 months in any one place. This has been a logistical nightmare in terms of receiving mail in a timely way as well as really never feeling at home anywhere. My nesting instincts have become increasingly acute though I have stripped my belongings down to the bare minimum, at least what I move around with. I still have over 4500 pounds in storage so I have not made as much progress in that department as I had hoped.

Carrie in Boca

We received confirmation that the program had been fully funded a week ago, just in the nick of time. If delayed another week, they would have cancelled the program for the year due to logistics etc. While all the uncertainty had been building over the last few months, I was faced with the added challenge of choosing a path that was most in alignment with my highest good. That is a challenge on a normal day but the Universe had served up some additional distractions and opportunities that began confusing and tempting me.

dearest Mom

In May, I met John blind date, Denver. We have been inseparable ever since. How is it possible that I am offered this amazing man during a time of potential separation by 9775 miles? John is a former Peace Corps Volunteer (Brazil 1973) so he understands the desire, the service, the adventure. He has fully supported me, aligned with the spirit of the program, and has expressed his own desire and interest in joining me for much of the year and finding his own niche there.

Me and Johnnie

The principle of aligning with our soul s purpose and carrying that forward in the world has never been more present in my life. From a story in the Bhagavad Gita,

Crested Butte, LOVE!

Considering your dharma, you should not vacillate, Krishna instructed Arjuna. The vacillating mind is the split mind. The vacillating mind is the doubting mind—the mind at war with itself. The ignorant, indecisive and lacking in faith, waste their lives, says Krishna. They can never be happy in this world or any other. Acting in unity with your purpose itself creates unification. Actions that consciously support dharma have the power to begin to gather our energy. These outward actions, step by step, shape us inwardly. Find your dharma and do it. And in the process of doing it, energy begins to gather itself into a laser beam of effectiveness.

Krishna quickly adds: Do not worry about the outcome. Success or failure are not your concern. It is better to fail at your own dharma than to succeed at the dharma of another. Your task is only to bring as much life force as you can muster to the execution of your dharma.

Biking in Colorado

The decision to depart, despite this loving partnership, has been agonizing to say the least.     In the end, I had to listen to my soul and make a choice from a place of the deepest loyalty to my self, my spirit, my heart and trust that the rest would align with that.

This month is filled with travel .Kripalu, Denver, Florida, VT and ultimately to DC on the 5th of September for a week of training before departing for Swaziland on the 14th. I am relying on the generosity of the Universe to line things up behind me in the swirling vortex of the unknown that will manifest as a result of this choice!

I will be engaging full out!!!

This is who I want to be when I grow up

Between stimulus and response there is a space. In that space is our power to choose our response. In our response lies our growth and our freedom. Viktor Frankl



Be Where My Feet Are

I have taken a long hiatus from writing and have been feeling the quivering in my gut signaling the time to renew my commitment to my blog, and reconnect with those of you who have asked me to continue writing.

Visit with dear friend Martha in VA

Since my return to the states in August, I have led a vagabond life, feeling much of the time like a wandering and homeless soul. I have spent a few months with my sister Mary in Boca Raton, a few months in Woodstock in 3 different apartments (long story) and returned to Africa twice for 4 weeks at a time to travel and dismantle my life there.

Morning commute in VT, March

Living out of suitcases and boxes, packing and repacking boxes and hauling stuff in and out of storage has become a way of life for me, and though not thrilled about it, I continue to desire and prioritize the freedom that transient lifestyle grants me.

Reunion with Kate, DC

The devastating loss of my dear Zoey in November lingers and I miss her every day. I truly believe she knew and sensed my longing to return to Africa and she has given me that freedom by passing on. I also am living daily with the guilt and angst of knowing that I probably caused her pain and suffering that irreparably damaged her heart and spirit with my absence. I continue to breathe into and work through that.

Return to VT in March? What was I thinking

Happily, I have reapplied and been accepted to return to Africa and serve again as a nurse educator in the same program, Global Health Service Partnership within Peace Corps. My desire to experience a different culture activated my request to serve in a different country this time around. My placement is in Manzini, Swaziland at South African Nazarene University.

Me and sister Mary

All was sailing along smoothly with the security and medical clearance (with the exception of 30 days of lost passport and fingerprints via USPS) until a few weeks ago when they announced that our program was on hold until the finances had been cleared and deposited. WHAT????

yard saling with Deborah

Yes, 4 weeks ago we were told, Well just hang on! We will let you know if this program will all happen or not in about 6 weeks time. Really? We are supposed to begin training in DC on July 17th and depart for Africa on the 27th! We have quit jobs, rented our homes out, put stuff in storage, sold vehicles, planned family reunions in anticipation of a one year absence!

My little town, Woodstock

Putting life on hold for 6 weeks is challenging, gut wrenching, stressful, demoralizing, and scary. Most days I am able to roll with it. I show up for work at the hospital and benefit from the endorphins circulating after a long run. And oh, savoring spring in Vermont; the most colorful and vibrant I can remember, but also the most chilly and gray.

Visit with Jackson, Carter, and Holt in Denver

Fortunately I am a month to month tenant, work a per diem job, and have no other commitments, except that I also recently applied to graduate school, another bee in my bonnet.

camping with Zoey

And then into the midst of this tornado walks John provoking even more mystery, distraction, elation, choices, and conflicting emotions. Read McDreamy, long distance, my prince. Really? Now?

Barn ladies night out

All of this mandates that I be in the moment, every breath, where my feet are, right here, right now. No projections, no dreaming, no pretending. The most beautiful part of this journey is my ability to walk in with an open heart, fiercely committed to living my dream, my passion, my vision for what I believe my soul s purpose to be. I feel the Universe supporting me and loving me through this.

Shanti, my charge on returning to VT in late Feb

More will be revealed .I am grateful today for all that I have, all that I am.