As a musician, artist, contemplative, theologian, and cultural explorer, I find a strange joy in grappling with the larger questions about life and existence. To me, this is the heart and soul of communications — exploring the dynamics of what it means to be human, how we connect and relate with one another, how we cultivate love and growth, and how we perceive ourselves in relation to the wider universe or the Divine. My reflections here are an attempt to capture moments of life — through a canvas of words, songs, images, and reflections — that I hope bring a deeper meaning into focus.
MUSINGS
The week began with a long flight from California to Maryland, a few hours of sleep, and a 5 a.m. car ride to take my mother to the hospital for cancer surgery.
It’s perhaps ironic that, as a communications professional, I find it extremely challenging to conjure up the right words to say in times like these. I am deeply heavy-hearted at the outcome of this U.S. election and what it means for so many of the people and issues I care about.
Only famous people write memoirs, right? That’s usually the thinking. I’m not famous. But in my mind, I have a memoir written. It is a memoir of the fifty years that brought me to this day. Fifty years of memories etched into my mind and my body. My fifty years on this plane of existence […]
Every year when the calendar turn from August into September comes around, I find myself musing on the lyrics to a certain song about summer. It’s a lush, sappy song, dripping with poetry, femininity, and metaphor. It’s rather schmaltzy, but I do like it. Whereas earlier in the summer, you’ll find me soaking in the celebratory sounds of 80’s music, reminiscing to songs that defined the summers of my youth, late summer always brings to the surface this quintessential end-of-summer song.