Anchors, away

My friend Jim captains the beautiful sailing vessel,¬†Shamrock, whose home port is the Masonboro Inlet near Wilmington, North Carolina. (Shamrock¬†rode out Hurricane Florence a few miles upriver and both she and her captain came through unscathed.) Last year, happily serving as a “guinea pig” for a sailing-based leadership program that Jim has developed, I spentContinue reading “Anchors, away”

Do the Work

“If we do not transform our pain we will most certainly transmit it.” – Richard Rohr There’s a line from the poem “Out on the Ocean” by David Whyte that conveys Rohr’s meaning with visceral urgency: “Always this energy smoulders inside, when it remains unlit the body fills with dense smoke.” That unlit energy isContinue reading “Do the Work”