Channeling Your Inner Hobo…Insight from Martha

So I’m on my yearly migration to Africa, where I go to molt, feed, and mingle with others of my species. Every time I make the trip, I’m so grateful and happy. And miserable. And terrified.

It’s not Africa that bothers me; it’s getting there.

I admire but don’t understand people who love travel for its own sake. I have enough trouble puttering around my house; flying to places with utterly different time zones just seems gratuitous.

Eckhart Tolle says that there are only three feeling states for people who live in the Now: acceptance, enjoyment, or enthusiasm. Enthusiasm, which means “filled with God,” kicks in when you’re doing what you love, with people you love, in places you love. Enjoyment is how you experience things that are, y’know, okay. Acceptance is the emergency go-to state for times when you’re not in your element.

Once I get to Africa, I’ll be eyeballs-deep in enthusiasm. But to find acceptance for the actual trip, I must assume the ragged mantle of the Airport Hobo, my alter ego who—this is the important part—only knows the world of air travel. I can’t even let myself think how much I’d like to be doing something else. For Airport Hobos, there is only Now: security screenings, boarding passes, inappropriately timed sunlight.

Each trip, I take a new Airport Hobo name (last trip, Numbbum Eyebag; this trip, Imaculatta Tinkleplenty). I tell Airport Hobo stories. I sing Airport Hobo songs (“I’m leavin’ on a jet plane…”). I hunt hot outlets. I flee from babies.

This works so well I’ve started Hobo-ing in other circumstances, such as waiting for a medical exam or talking to my accountant. Try it. When you absolutely can’t find enthusiasm or enjoyment, become the Acceptance Hobo of whatever it is you must do: the Laundry Hobo, the Office Temp Hobo, the Parent-Teacher Conference Hobo. Name yourself. Then accept your progress one present moment at a time. Later, you can tell the tale over many a crackling fire to generations yet unborn.

And forgive me if, when we pass each other, I don’t wave. Airport Hobo means no harm. Airport Hobo only recognizes passport photos. And Airport Hobo’s tiny, jet-lagged brain is entirely occupied accepting the Now.

The Good Work Foundation: Martha’s Playing the “$25,000 Match Game”!

Martha’s asking for your help and saying ‘thank you’ by matching what you give!

The Good Work Foundation is in need and is the primary organization supported by The LEAP Foundation, which is near and dear to Martha’s heart. Located in South Africa, the GWF’s main focus is on education.

The GWF’s goal is to bring world class education to the rural areas of South Africa.

The communities’ high school graduates are functionally illiterate. The GWF’s mission is to create an education model that is both sustainable and provides access to world class education at an affordable price. The education model is one that creates opportunities for people to invest in themselves.

GWF’s projects are focused in two areas:

  1. Pre-school teacher training and equipping preschools. Education is never as important as the child’s first few years in school. A happy, nurturing beginning means children who love to learn and are excited about their futures.
  2. The creation of Digital Learning Centers. The GWF is currently running a pilot project at the local Mpumalanga High School. The mission is to reinvent learning. They believe that this center will set a new trend as a completely alternate way to addressing the educational challenges of the country.

Martha is thrilled to be able to match every dollar donated up to $25,000.

US citizens, don’t forget to save your receipt. Donations made through The LEAP Foundation are tax deductible.

To donate, be matched,  and track where we are against our goal, click here: The LEAP Foundation

Bright Spots: Insight from Martha

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Live Like a Lion, Love!

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What I Did on My Summer Vacation

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Straight From the Elephant’s Mouth

So it’s like this: The human quarters at Londolozi game reserve are cordoned off by a thin electric wire, which doesn’t do much to discourage antelopes and monkeys—or for that matter, lions and leopards—but which does keep elephants from wandering in. At least, that’s the idea. More than a year ago, one bull elephant figured read more…