These days my interactions with people are fairly consistent. Most encounters take place during the course of my (now twice daily) walks. The scene plays out as follows. Me walking along the sidewalk now suddenly aware of them approaching from up ahead. Panic curls its bony fingers around my heart as I leap off the sidewalk and into the street...[ read more ]
The most important thing I do at work is to listen. I don’t build things or create tangible products. I help people change. The nature of change is invisible, all ingredients lying deep within the soul of a person. Sometimes I kid myself into thinking that I am uniquely skilled and responsible to help people change. The truth is anyone...[ read more ]
What happens after the honeymoon that turns dreamy-eyed lovesick people into bitter enemies? The origin of the honeymoon can be traced back to early Scandinavian cultures where a honey-based liquor called Mead was regularly consumed for wedding celebrations. After the ceremony guests would send the new couple off with a month's supply of Mead. The hope was that for at...[ read more ]
I suppose it is an unusual pairing of words...Monday, Courage. During the tough seasons of my life I ended most weeks crawling into the weekend. Desperate for escape and sanctuary, the weekend was my time to recuperate before starting a new round Monday morning. I remember staying up late on Sunday night trying to hold back time from dragging me...[ read more ]