Far away city
Far away city with dreams that went to sleep
Lucinda Watson has worked as a teacher, a healer, a volunteer, a naturalist guide, a storyteller and a board member of a few nonprofits, sometimes all at once. Watson worked for more than 10 years at the Haas School of Business, teaching communication skills to the MBA population and recruiting business leaders to speak at Haas.
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Explore some poems, snippets, and essays of my life.
Today would have been the 50th birthday of my daughter. She died five years ago. Initially, I heard nothing from her. Perhaps you think that sounds strange but it’s the truth. I always believed that I would be in touch with loved ones who had moved on to their next life. I talk with my Mom all the time. I’m working up to doing that with my Dad. Sometimes I wish my Mom would be quieter as she is very critical of my clothing. Not much changes in the afterlife. Anyway, I did hear from my daughter immediately after she […]
Love and Work Nothing makes me madder than people disrespecting my work. Well, that’s not completely true. Injustice and cruelty and abuse make me really mad. In my personal life, however, nothing makes me madder than someone saying to me “You know if you do this it’s going to require a lot of focus and attention and some time to be put in every day.” I hear this all the time. For some reason people look at me at the age of 73 and imagine that I’ve had an easy life. In fact, a dilettante life. While I […]
The Best Memory The best Fall I remember happened outside of Paris due north near Chambord in November maybe October when the Beaujolais Nouveau was released along with me…I walked out the door of the inn we stayed in while you drank with our host. I wandered following troughs of wet leaves marking the crusades and the dark fall all yellow smelling of dank and my life as an obedient pathfinder Joan of Arc wanting you to worry I was lost yet knowing you never would. Hours later I reluctantly returned just as I used to at […]
Integration There’s a moment when a child stops playing in her imagination as there is “Another” watching. The play become something other than sole imaginary play and is now “observed” play. The child comes out of her unconscious and is now conscious of her presence in the world .No one really remembers this moment except me, that is. I was so lost in my play at age 4 that noticing I was being observed was an electric jolt. An intruder. As if someone could see into my mind and know what I was thinking. I was no longer playing for […]
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