I put a governor on my woo woo here. Seriously. I do. You know, like how some U-haul trucks have a built-in governor on the motor so we can only go a certain speed and no faster? They do that for our protection. They know we don’t know how to drive that big rented truck anyway and we’d be a liability if we could go as fast as we wanted on the most stressful day of our year–what with all of our belongings in the rear…on moving day…and we’ve gotta get that truck back by a certain time or we’ll get charged.

So I suppose I do it for your protection, too–my woo woo governor. Mainly I do it to protect my ideas. I can’t share the wonderland that lives in my heart with you if you can’t hear me. I know that. You see, I couldn’t hear you if you went all woo woo on me either. You must know that by woo woo I mean hippie-dippie, touchy-feely, new-age-y? (What can I say? I came of age in the 80’s in my Naf Naf outfits and electric blue mascara. I went to Hopi Land to see Kachina dancers for my senior year high school trip. I had rattles and crystals when my friends were practicing for cheerleading. I was burning sage and pulling woman-centric Tarot cards.) You, no doubt have your own form of that…even if it looks different. We all have reference points for how we frame our world view and then again we have languages to convey the harder to describe aspects of existence. Commonly, that is the domain of religion. My woo woo (with Buddhist leanings) may be your Catholic. Your Quaker meeting may be my yoga. My third eye chakra may be your islam-judiasm-hinduism-tao-sikh-christianity-voodoo. And if you go all Tao on me in the middle of a conversation, I might not understand you very well (although, yes, please…I’d love you to go all Tao on me!) We are all respectful adults and we keep good gardens. I keep off your turnips. You don’t traipse on my radishes. We respect the little fences. We honor each other with our respect. We leave some stuff unsaid to protect the common good–to protect our connection.

I am happy you visit my little garden. I do things to it to make it a friendly place. My particular world view is squarely oriented around love and kindness. I do have an anti-dogma policy in my little patch of earth. Dogma just creates disconnection and I’m after connection. That is why I put a governor on my woo woo. I want to share and to be heard and to inspire. The problem is, this is an awfully one-sided conversation. I’d like to know the state of your peas and turnips but thus is the limitation of the medium. I get to know about your gardens when you leave comments or send me emails. And that always makes me happy.

So, that’s all. I just wanted you to know that. I show up here and in my designs and art and writing fully and am true to myself. I share a lot of me (though not always everything) and I thank you for reading. In a sea of the 31 flavors of voices, we each have our faves…I have always liked Amalah’s voice a lot. She has an awesome voice. She’s really funny. So thanks for reading my voice…