Do you remember the first person, a teacher or parent perhaps, who empowered you? Who made you feel you could achieve your dreams?
Asking myself that question, a high school teacher popped to mind. She surprised me after class one day by gifting me with a hand-carved wooden coat button. The interior was of hammered metal, painted in beautiful colors. “This is a tradition in my family,” she said. “We give a button to someone special. I believe you will do wonderful things one day.”
As the political and environmental climate in our country plunges from urgency into emergency, the yearly Bioneers’ conference antidotes my feelings of impotence, angst and rage.
Russell and I needed a new website to articulate the teaching partnership we envisioned - skills to age vibrantly, relieve pain and prevent injury. We turned for help to a marketing professional, our son Amon Rappaport, a storyteller for organizations and purpose driven companies seeking to make the world a better place.
Our beloved Mt.Tam was held hostage by the murders of four women in 1979. We felt powerless to set her free until the day Anna and Larry invited us to mobilize our feelings and help heal the mountain, and ourselves.
When we stop to appreciate a body part, we often think of the heart, brain, or the lungs. But where would we be without our ankles? Just where we’re seated right now! Yet, our ankles play a vital role in active aging.
Coincidentally, several days before a skin melanoma was diagnosed near my right ankle, I wrote this thank you note.