Frank Warren, the creator of the PostSecret series of books and the postsecret.com website, is speaking tonight in Fort Collins.
I read the first book when it came out in 2005. Entitled ”PostSecret“, Warren begins his introduction “In November 2004, I printed 3,000 postcards inviting people to share a secret with me: something that was true, something they had never told anyone.” He left the postcards in art galleries and library books, and the preaddressed postcards started arriving in his mailbox.
The books are full of secrets. The response has been and continues to be overwhelming. Checkout the website and I’ll be back after the presentation to tell more.
Flo
One year ago, I wrote http://cloud9000.com/flo/dear-future-self-remember-me/. This week, I have been receiving forgotten emails from me, dated the beginning of April 2007. If nothing else, they are entertaining and make me laugh!
Here’s a reminder: Futureme.org allows you to send an email to yourself, at a specific time in the future. Tonight I wrote about Homer, Wally and Abby – just to remind me of what I am doing right-this-moment. Sometimes, I forget to be in-the-moment and tonight I want to remember this feeling.
Namaste’
Yesterday, while sitting in a court room, watching the process of an adoption - I was proud to be part of “the village”. Proud to be part of the support system that loves and embraces the family.
On such a momentus occasion, it was funny to watch the children – the parents were attentive and solemn, listening to the judge. They agreed this is what they have always wanted and answered questions such as “what do you do for fun?” and “what do they like to eat?”. At the beginning, the children sat on their parents’ laps, listening and participating as best they could. Quite soon, the children were climbing under the bench to the bench behind them to join the other children. The bench seemed alive with moving children – back and forth, up and down (benches are great for sliding, you know!)
The air itself seemed to vibrate with applause and laughter, hugs and happiness. The parents feel blessed and the village found such joy in participating in the celebration of love.