This year, our church group celebrated Shrove Tuesday with a traditional pancake supper, complete with Mardi Gras beads, masks, and King Cake. With a beautiful sunset on the horizon, we gathered to prepare for Lent, burning palms to ashes. I’ve always loved our outdoor services; this evening, it was perfect in the warmth of the setting sun.
All read my favorite Psalm, 51, as the palms were burning. Over time, I’ve read this Psalm a hundred times; it seems to call out to me just as others do. My favorite passage reads: “Create a clean heart, Oh God, and put a new and right spirit within me.” I can’t think of a more powerful message to guide me.
I’m a dreamer at heart, proudly born and raised in San Francisco—a city that covers just 49 square miles but was heaven on earth for me. Every corner of The City (as we natives affectionately call it) has been a part of my life. No area ever felt too distant. With wide eyes and an open heart, I’ve always welcomed the world around me. I find joy in creativity, wonder, and discovering new possibilities—whether that’s through international work adventures or dreaming up the next exciting idea. Even though San Francisco was my hometown, my passport has taken me to many amazing places and introduced me to wonderful people, shaping me in countless ways. I carry pieces of these experiences and friendships with me wherever I go. Above all, I treasure my family, friends, and those small, meaningful moments that keep my spirit alive and thriving. I never want my curiosity to fade away.
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