It was an intense night of dreams.  There were no demons at play.  Instead of a dark nightmare, I was hard at work!  The ideas embedded in Orora were in full bloom.  Intense dialogue which morphed into passionate and committed action.  Every piece was leading to a shared belief in our cause.  It was an amazing night of sleep.

I woke to a warning that we must be patient in letting things improve gradually.  Words like discipline and common sense took me back to a place where yesterday’s answers were the only foundation we could build on. read more

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Giving authority, and power is a gift.  When I receive this, I am excited and energized.  I have also come to realize I am often worried that I will mess things up!

My day began with a sharp and vivid door ringing in a dream.  As I jumped out of bed, I realized the house was naturally silent.  There were no sounds of traffic outside.  The mobiles and iPads were silent.  The hallways were still, with the only change coming from the lights automatically responding to my movement.

I initially thought of going back to bed.  In considering the option I found myself holding an invitation.  What if I gave myself permission to just be still?  I could listen, observe, and take note of whatever.  Success in this exercise was stillness and observation.  Notes were optional, something in a catalog I could examine later if I fancied. read more

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Heart Priorities

There is an amazing opportunity.  Metaphorically, it is a unique business opportunity to climb Mount Everest.  The cynic will argue that it is mission impossible.  Deadlines are too short, expectations too high, and the gaps to be solved between now and then far too great for anyone to accomplish.  The opportunist counters with the argument of unique opportunities; windows where one can contribute as significantly as this one are few and far between.  Strictly speaking, most do not see even one in their lifetime! read more

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It would be interesting to explore the potential correlation between one’s personality and profile and where one spends one’s free time.  If not where, then what one is doing.

One would need to be willing to look beyond the obvious.  Spending time with friends, transcends location and type of venue.  Hiding is expressed by many different forms of distance –being in point a versus point b, creating space between two individuals, or dramatically reducing the conversation and communication between two sharing the same space. read more

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There is a triptych painted by a friend that hangs in my study.  As I listen to the comments and reactions of those that view the paintings, I realize how personal art can and is to every individual.  With each reaction, I am introduced to a slightly different way of seeing and understanding life.  In the range of emotions and responses, with each reaction one is given a view of the different frameworks or lens through which members of the larger family process what is observed.

It is helpful to separate the observation and conclusion from the lens itself.  I am reminded that there is not right or wrong way to see life.  One sees how one sees.  If one wants to understand and support the other, it is helpful to look at life through the lens of the Other. read more

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Words, even images are powerful.  Seeing something in person, opening one’s self to the collection of all the senses that make up a memory, is so much more!  When you experience something first hand, close and personal, the words and images take on more than one could have ever imagined.

Recently a friend reached out with an embrace, a word, and a request.  The combination was the perfect answer to darkness I was wrestling with.  It was as if he had heard and answered psalmist call; “Hallelujah! You who serve God, praise God! Just to speak his name is praise!” (Psalm 113.1) read more

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Showing Up

There are several friends that seem to carry multiple personalities with them.  At any given time, depending on setting, who else is there, and time of day, you are never sure “who” is going to be present!  Recently I found myself in a debate with a good friend where I did not recognize who he was in the conversation.  As our discussion slowly moved from a collegial discussion among long term friends with shared values and viewpoints to an adversarial debate with no know values in common, I found myself increasingly mystified. read more

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The frustration was building within.  His face was morphing into a darker and darker shade of red.  The body language quickly changed from being relaxed to chiseled features shaped by clinched muscles out of control.  As things went downhill, I could see frustration changing into a range of ugly emotions.  Even so, paraphrasing what came next still caught me by surprise.

“Make orphans of his children, dress his wife in widow’s weeds.” (Psalm 109.9)

I thought I understood his anger and frustration.  I empathize with his need for retribution and aggressive action.  Fairness and justice said he should not be experiencing what he was experiencing.  I would love to say that none of it was real but it was all too real, especially in his life. read more

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As I caught up with a friend after a long absence, I was recently asked for an updated self-assessment of recent personal history.

“How have you changed in the past year or two?”

I paused, reflecting on my journey and how the ups and downs had impacted my views and thoughts on life.  There were several points that stood out.  As I answered his questions he focused his follow-ups on one of my responses.

“In time of crisis or trouble, in contrast to my old thinking of ‘how do I solve this,’ I find myself thinking ‘who do I call for advice or help.’” read more

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Coordinates, Conditions, and Choice

As I consider the potential answers to a conundrum, I am struck by the way my analysis has paralyzed my ability to act.  I am at a turning point.  I can see history in my mirrors, distracting me from the moment at hand.  As I look to the future, I see a blank wall.  There is a left choice as well as a right; I must choose.  I naturally insist on knowing where I am going.  I think it is a destination, so I struggle on, trying to guess my way through the haze of possibility and imagination.

In my uncertainty, I remember that I am sailing.  I am at a turning point.  Given the winds, currents, and darkness, I realize that I need to set a course, take a step, and have faith in the truth.  As I reset my tasks at hand, I find myself doing the following. read more

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