The Language of Organizational Life
Damn, I love my sport. Scary, but let me count the years ... 29 years ago I raced my last race in my final year at college, a victory on a hot day on a quiet lake. A lifetime ago. Yet my sport stays with me. "Once a rower, always a rower" is a phrase I heard... Continue Reading →
Washing the dishes. My time to slow down, focus on my breathing and where I am, now. I run through the inventory ... body discomforts, mental anxieties, and an aching soul. I do not make the time to meditate as much as I need, but the dishes need to be washed. With warm water flowing over... Continue Reading →
These days I am drawn to poetry. Not sure why. I crave something unknown or unspoken. Reading and searching. Pencil and notebook always near. On this journey to who knows where, I listened to an On Being podcast with host, Krista Tippett interviewing the poet, Elizabeth Alexander. As with all of Krista's interviews I am mesmerized ...... Continue Reading →
The contrast is overwhelming. I sit on a farmhouse porch, deep in the vineyards and miles from city lights, noise and threat. I am at peace, enjoying a long-planned weekend with wife and friends. A weekend of terrific wine and food to match the great company I keep. Yet I am restless. Thoughts of Paris stay... Continue Reading →
It is 8:30 at night and I have to get moving. I have a post to publish. I have several drafts in works and all I have to do is pull one up and finish my writing, work through my edits, and press that wonderful "Publish" button. Yet, my plans change. I first call my... Continue Reading →
I wrote recently on my search for my next great read. Life is better when in the middle of an absorbing book. Years ago my mother bought me a copy of The Autobiography of Charles Darwin. I am in the mood for a biography; ready to learn from the life of someone with such influence on... Continue Reading →
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