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November 1st-3rd I had the privilege of attending the TEDwomen’s conference in New Orleans. I have yet to distill the stories I heard into something easily shareable. I will eventually though. However, after the conference ended Friday at noon, and I had lunch with new friends, I had to shift hotels and…
when I walked into the Catahoula Hotel I was so instantly smitten.
This courtyard space at the Catahoula will be where I go in my head when I get dental work done or just want to escape. It so spoke to me. My room was really funky. The staff was great. There was a rooftop deck and bar. The coffee was delicious.
When I woke up the morning after the conference something funny happened. If you listen to TED talks, which I highly recommend you do, you will get this.
I woke up speaking TED.
My first thoughts when I woke up were, “Twenty-eight years ago, I was searching for something I did not understand and landed in the hippie hills of Vermont. How could I, a small town girl from conservative, southern South Dakota believe that the lefty enclave of Burlington, Vermont would be where I would find my husband, my tribe and myself. How could I…”
And it just kept going on like this. I couldn’t stop thinking in TED speak. I cracked myself up. After hearing those remarkable stories for three days, one right after another, the cadence of the talks became a part of me. I don’t speak TED anymore—just in case you were wondering.
There are some links below to TED talks. You can find something to spark you on any subject in the universe—oh, and also the link to the hotel if you are planning a trip to New Orleans.