Poem for a Sunday Morning

February 16                                               An early morning fog. In fair weather, the shy past keeps its distance. Old loves, old regrets, old humiliations look on from afar. They stand back under the trees. No

#27 – Mature Idealism

This is #27 in the series, “50 Ideas Worth Fighting For.” Here’s another, just for fun. The summer after my sophomore year of college I stayed on campus to work on the conferences and events team. We made beds, hauled supplies and were continuously “on call” for the many groups who used the university’s facilities

The Delight of Solitude

“Solitude is painful when one is young but delightful when one is more mature” — Albert Einstein For years now I’ve been contemplating why it is that I am increasingly comfortable with and even possessive of my time alone. It’s unknown territory for me, a long way from where I started. Between the ages of

Mature Idealism

The summer after my sophomore year of college I stayed on campus to work on the conferences and events team. We made beds, hauled supplies and were continuously “on call” for the many groups who used the university’s facilities between May and August. One large group proved to be especially challenging for our team. Between

A Week of Thanks: Day 1

I am thankful for the many “edge” experiences I have had in my life – some chosen on purpose, some chosen accidentally, and some thrust upon me. These are moments and commitments that shaped my experience, my perspective and my confidence. I can still feel the fear, anticipation and anxiety of each one. And I

Small Voice / Big Voice

Small voice: There’s not enough. Big voice: There’s plenty, and there’s more on the way. Small voice: I’m pretty sure they owe me something. Big voice: What can I do for them? Small voice: I’m keeping score. Big voice: I learn something new every time I play this game. Small voice: I deserve better. Big

Ambivalence

Pinned to my bulletin board is a card received from a friend during a professional transition that significantly impacted us both. She wrote: “Here’s to the next chapter! I say it with a pit in my stomach and eyes forward to the new.” To acknowledge our discomfort with change while holding onto our belief in