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We found our way north up the coast in North Carolina. Molly has never been to the ocean before that I know of. But you never know with a cat like Molls. She gets around.

We were seeking big space, sky, light, relief, a break from the lessons found in the preserved Kingsley Plantation where we spent the morning in ...

I am getting a humbling education. As I study the underground railroad and the happenings in our rather recent history, I witness how fear and greed can bring the human to some pretty far out dehumanizing choices.

The events I learn about are disturbing. And without turning away from suffering, I am committed to learning without shutting down.  Keeping my mind open. ...

I feel (re)committed to my journey on the freedom trail. Truth Telling Sojourn. I want to see what else there is for me to learn and wake up to.

I wanted lunch in Asheville, NC.  Heard it was a cool place. It is. Sat outside with Molly taking in the scene over organic coffee and a much coveted sandwich. She’s getting used ...

I left DC before sunrise, extracting myself from the comfort of my dear friend’s home  and into another level of the unknown. I had a route to the Blue Ridge mountains; a day long adventure in  Shenandoah National Park, which literally is a mountain top driving route traversing due south up, down  and around the highest elevations of Virginia. And some, ...

I am grateful for this opportunity to be moved by inspiration, for being more spacious about my movements and for the opportunity to listen and be led as a practice. I am addicted to planning and the thoughts about the future. With all my available will and marrow, I am jumping off the planning treadmill and being in the day, only~ the~ day~ I am in. Believe me you, that is plenty!

I join old, good friends that feel like family ...

On day two, my journey brought me deep into Pennsylvania where

quakers took a stand in saying no to slavery. PA was the second state to make slavery illegal, the first being Vermont.

I found the A.M.E. Zion Church, home of the “Slave Refugee Society,” established in 1840 as “a means to help those who sought freedom from the ‘tyrannical yoke of oppression.'” St. Paul’s was the ...

My cat and I just began a sojourn into the deep south; following the Appalachian trail and Underground Railroad routes to a land I have never traveled.

I contemplate the endurance and courage it took to be a runaway slave in this country at a time when humans were legally owned, exploited and traded like property.
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