As we dance the other night, you feel nimble and well rested, and you smell like you are attracted to me, although I am not sure if that’s really me or someone else. Your right shoulder cracks just a little bit.
During the performance break I find a nice high perch to sit on, you stand nearby. I motion you to come closer, closer. Continue reading “The Giver”
In the past few days, I’ve been wondering if all the leadership and connection challenges in several areas of my life are worth the effort. That’s a lot: being strong and flexible, understanding and vulnerable yet grounded, supportive yet trusting; setting the clearest expectations possible and welcoming the reality possibly richer than the expectations; caring enough to connect and inspire yet not so much as to despair. That’s a lot, and much of that feels like a foreign language. Continue reading “Being Seen”
A note from July.
Last week, one of the inspiring toastmasters in our club announced that he would be moving on to other opportunities. This Monday morning, I’ve learned that one of the bright stars that shot through my early adulthood fell Continue reading “The Bright Stars”
I tried a new bike path a couple of Saturdays ago, South to Glen Canyon, to Portola Drive, and then Vicente Street straight to the ocean. Great Highway up to Land’s End, 48th, to Anza, to 43rd, to the Park, and then the usual.
As I set off, Continue reading “Flying into a Headwind, Being Change, a Saturday”
Love letters understated 