Me, circa 2012 in Pleven Bulgaria.Playing Mrs Claus as i handed out presents to children trapped in the biggest baby institute in Eastern Europe.
I'd quit my job and flown over there to support the movement of closing down these hell holes and getting the children moved to smaller group homes, but thats a story for another time.
I think of these babies every Christmas and the way i would sit in the middle of the room singing because it was the only way i could 'reach' them all and even though most of them were blind, severely disabled and mentally damaged - they would feel there way across the room, following the sound and find me to sit with, smiling and clapping as i quietly balled my eyes out in awe. The way they taught me what an authentic connection to GIVING feels like with no need to gain, something that once felt you can never ever forget. That the power of love and connection and undivided attention (and singing mariah carey) can heal the deepest of wounds. They taught me to stop wasting my damn money on buying 'things', that we really REALLLLY don't need things. All these gifts and what were they tripping over? the tinsel around my neck and how it sparkled in the light when i moved. That what we thrive off, what gets us really high is love, connection and undivided attention.
Sigh. As we move into the week before Christmas, may we all remember all of the truly truly important things❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ #thecollaborativemaroubra