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 →
Phone in hand and thumbs on keyboard. No, not texting, blogging. I am experimenting with a new blog writing workflow. With a longer commute and more hours at office, my old writing schedule no longer works. I write infrequently and post even less so. Need to write. Solve the problem Michael. The answer is to... Continue Reading →
On this Father's Day, early before the family awakes, I follow my Sunday ritual of coffee and reading. My week is too loud and decision filled. I welcome Sunday morning as my quiet time to walk outside with a favorite book. This morning I am in search of inspiration and meaning thinking about Father's Day. My... Continue Reading →
A beautiful morning, the middle day of the Memorial Day weekend. In search of inspiration I look to my bookshelf and grab, without much conscious thought, "Looking At Ansel Adams, The Photographs and the Man". I find my inspiration and reason to pause. There on the pages are Ansel's classic photographs, but also wonderful narrative on... Continue Reading →
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