Sometimes I am a person who feels that she walks in the dark a lot because I do not always feel that I fit into my social context.
In our recent work focusing on welcoming community conversations, centered around inclusion for all, we found ourselves in Clarkston, Georgia engaging with the refugee community.
So often we talk about compassion as the way we act. I want to challenge that and ask you to think about compassion as the way we show up. Our schedules are busy, without a doubt.
I did not grow up in the US and I don’t have kids. I have a niece and nephew who live far away. People tend not to ask me to baby sit for them. (I wonder why? Ha!)
This post is in honor of my dad who is in hospice and fighting the good fight, but we know his time here is short. My dad and I are very close.
Hello everyone! In my “other” professional life, my non-Compassionate Atlanta life that is (how is that possible?), I do a lot of work in cultural diversity and inclusion.
While having a phone conversation with my mom the other day, she said “Hold on a minute, I’m just putting this little beetle outside”. She didn’t even think twice.
Compassionate Atlanta, Jambo! Yeah, that is Swahili for “Hello.” Just wanted to add some African flavor to our newsletter. I can’t help it. It is in my blood.
What does it mean to be radically welcoming? I attended two events this week that led me to think about this question.
You are not alone. This past week I saw the play, Dear Evan Hansen. It was a wonderful show with an important message. You are not alone. The play sheds light into the teenage days of loneliness, despair, and hope.
Springtime in Atlanta is bursting with color. Refresh. Renewal. Rebirth… And I’ve discovered a fresh new way of engaging with the world. It is very simple, like the budding of a tulip.
Tell me something good. Think of one good thing. Stop. Think… Only continue reading once you have that ONE GOOD THING in mind… When you shift your mindset and think positively …
Are you one of those person who likes grocery shopping? I’m not. It’s a chore that needs to be done, but not one of my favorites. Except recently, I found a way to enjoy grocery shopping. Here’s how everything changed…
I was listening to NPR the other day and at the end of the show the broadcaster reminded everyone about their “Best thing that happened to me this week” segment.
For the first time in 25 years I had no idea where I was going. I’d given 2 months notice at my job and I wasn’t sure what I was going to do next.
Happy 2019! A whole new year full of new possibilities. There’s so much to think about and I am so grateful for each and every one of you who have helped Compassionate Atlanta get to this amazing place.
Have you ever messed up and gone to a meeting on the wrong day? Well, I’m going to admit that it has happened to me more than once 🙂 In fact, it happened today. An important meeting at a fancy restaurant.