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The Dalai Lama arrived in Seattle today for the Seeds of Compassion Conference. We’ve been waiting for his arrival and the arrival of our tickets with baited breath. IZ and I caught a glimpse of his motorcade on the news tonight and I think we both exhaled at the same time. IZ and BW’s tickets arrived on Tuesday, mine came in the mail today. Whew. Hotel booked, bus routes scoped out, we have a plan.

It’s a long story and all the details aren’t worth rehashing, but the bottom line is demand for these tickets so far exceeds availability that people have been scalping them. We feel very fortunate to have received 3 and to be able to attend this historic event as a family. Our tickets come from two different sources—which means we probably won’t be sitting together. Considering how many people asked to go and were turned down, I don’t even see that as a deficit. My ticket was reserved for me as a member of SDI and I just feel so blessed that Seeds of Compassion had two more for my family. This is the sort of thing that I usually attend by myself; it’s amazing to be going with IZ and Boy Wonder. That the event is in Seattle is icing on the cake.

And I needed cake. I really, really did.

So, we will be in Seattle very, very soon. I can’t tell you how much I have to do between now and then. Everything converges on the 15h; my ad with Modish, my fund-raiser for the Women’s Resource Center, and of course this event. The past few days have been a whirlwind of activity and I find myself a bit overwhelmed by it all, if in a good way. I keep reminding myself: BREATHE.

Obviously, I will be writing more about this conference and keeping you posted about the fund-raiser as next week approaches. But I hope in the meantime, you’re feeling blessed by the miracle that is your life… and that you’re remembering to breathe.