Category: Creativity
What color is YOUR lamp?
The room fell silent as we thought through our day. It had been a grueling ten-hour day at the Inner Negotiation Workshop with another day to go. This personal development seminar, held both in the United States and Holland by the Motivation Management Service Institute, […]
When darkness births a flame
“When day comes, we step out of the shade of flame and unafraid. The new dawn balloons as we free it. For there is always light, if only we’re brave enough to see it. If only we’re brave enough to be it.“ – “The Hill […]
Strength over fear
When your strength is stronger than your fear, you move mountains. Courage is not measured by the actual number of wins you have in life. It is measured by the number of times you get up when you have fallen. It is a mark of […]
When you just don’t know
It has been a week of #techfailure. We don’t realize how very dependent we are on our devices until they wheeze and cough, fall silent or retreat — solemnly and completely — into utter darkness. For the past six weeks I have ignored the signs. […]
Dark clouds moving
The rain pattered against the panes. It was a grey late summer day and my thoughts matched the meteorological mood. Reflecting on the season of warmth and sunshine, I wondered now where the time had gone. Time itself is a construct we use to measure […]
The sweaty, weepy work of a writer
The writer’s life is said to be lonely. Isolating. Somewhat intrepid. Alone with your thoughts and the voices in your head, shouting to be heard. Recorded. Eternalized. While I have had my share of loneliness throughout my career, I have discovered over the years that […]
When being is more than enough
Sometimes the best thing we can do in life is nothing at all. Standing strong in the face of the storm. Observing. Watching. Casting no judgment. No shadows. No doubt. Letting things be. It is not easy watching someone you love suffer, knowing you can […]
The crash of the ocean
Everything that happens on this Earth is in our best interest, even when it is cloaked in dark veils. Some days I wonder why, why, why. Why the injustice? Why the struggle? Why the pain of existence? And then, after a long pause, dancing between […]