Gifts On the Trail

Last Saturday, on my way up the Mt. Woodson trail, a Buddhist monk passed me heading the other direction. Later, as I finally made my way back down, I came across a clutch of prayer flags placed atop a boulder. I assume the orange-robed monk left them there, but I can’t be sure. What IContinue reading “Gifts On the Trail”

I Don’t Know

“The human ego prefers knowing and being certain over being honest. ‘Don’t bother me with the truth, I want to be in control,’ it invariably says. Most people who think they are fully conscious or ‘smart’ and in control, have a big iron manhole cover over their unconscious. It does give them a sense ofContinue reading “I Don’t Know”

Three Rules

Andre De Shields won a Tony Award last night for his performance in the musical, Hadestown. Here’s what he had to say in his acceptance speech: “I would like to share with you just three cardinal rules of my sustainability and longevity: One, surround yourself with people whose eyes light up when they see you coming. Continue reading “Three Rules”

Poem for a Sunday Morning

Just about a year ago I gave my girls a book of poetry from which the following selection is taken. They are both wise, each in their way, and I am privileged to support them as they grow into their inherent wisdom, adding to it one layer at a time with each new milestone, eachContinue reading “Poem for a Sunday Morning”

Do the Work

“You can’t microwave emotional intelligence.” – Chip Conley, author of Wisdom at Work There is no “fast forward” button. There is no shortcut, no “work around,” no Cliff’s Notes. You have to do the work. And there is a hierarchy that can be learned, can even be mastered, but only over time and through experience, persistence, patienceContinue reading “Do the Work”

I don’t know

“The human ego prefers knowing and being certain over being honest. ‘Don’t bother me with the truth, I want to be in control,’ it invariably says. Most people who think they are fully conscious or ‘smart’ and in control, have a big iron manhole cover over their unconscious. It does give them a sense ofContinue reading “I don’t know”

The Stream Becomes a River

When I wrote about love a few weeks ago I wrote from a place of inspiration. I witnessed love in an unexpected time and place and expressed my hope that the expansiveness of love could be normalized within the more sterile landscapes of organizational life. Today as I write about love, I write from a much differentContinue reading “The Stream Becomes a River”