life in

FULL-SPECTRUM COLOR

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.

WHAT WOULD IT MEAN TO LIVE LIFE IN FULL-SPECTRUM COLOR, BRINGING ALL OF OUR SENSES TO THIS MOMENT?

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Today is our last full day in Mexico. My husband and I have spent nearly two weeks traveling throughout this vibrant country — from Mexico City to Oaxaca to Cancun and Tulum — doing our best to take in the sights, sounds, and smells of Mexico with very little Spanish on our tongues. And it has been a powerful lesson in the goodness of humanity, particularly the warmth and kindness of the Mexican people, but also the incredible complexity of human communication. As my ode to Mexico, and in keeping with the theme of this blog, I thought I would pay homage to our adventure with a few colorful reflections.

June 9, 2017

De Colores de Mexico: Experiences of a Less-Than-Seasoned Traveler

Tulum flora

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There is a certain irony to spending a brilliantly warm and sun-filled Saturday in late April attending a convening on the Science of Burnout. But there I was, feeling a bit burned out myself from a week of travels and deadlines and a never-ending list of to-dos, sitting in a grand auditorium beneath the grand chandeliers of the International House at the University of California, Berkeley, ready to absorb the day’s insights. And I wasn’t disappointed.

May 1, 2017

Reflections on the Science of Burnout

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For many Christians around the globe, today is celebrated as Good Friday, a holy day of prayer and reflection, a day of remembering the crucifixion and death of Jesus. This particular Good Friday, April 14, 2017, America dropped a bomb on Afghanistan for no apparent reason. Bombs in exchange for gassing. Bombs to send a message. I cannot help but see a sad and somber parallel here. It is my hope, in this our age’s most uncertain hour, that we find a way to be a bridge for each other over the troubled waters of our time.

April 14, 2017

The Age’s Most Uncertain Hour

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On Tuesday, August 16, 2016, my father, Theodore “Ted” Wazenski made his transition from this life to the next. He was 83 years old. Son of Polish immigrants, he grew up in northeastern Pennsylvania and later made his home in north Baltimore, where he and my mother (also Polish) raised three children — a elder daughter, a son, and me the youngest daughter. He died in Annapolis, Maryland, where he and my mother had settled in the later years of their lives to be closer to their son and his family and to receive care and support from their local senior care residence.

August 26, 2016

Song for My Father