Admittedly, I was moved by the announcement of Maya Angelou’s homecoming this morning. My eyes welled up with tears as I sat in stunned silence, temporarily dropping out of my corporate environment into a sullen, murky place. My initial response of being forlorn at the realization that a voice had been silenced forever, gave wayContinue reading “My thoughts on Sister Maya’s transition”
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Is an ovation really called for?
My siblings routinely accuse me of remembering everything, regardless of how inconsequential the event or circumstance, I seem to retain it. I’m not sure how much truth their accusations hold, but I must admit that find myself stuck in a perpetual time warp of sorts on a pretty regular basis, drowning in the depths ofContinue reading “Is an ovation really called for?”
Heartfelt appreciation and thank you’s
There are a host of thoughts rushing through my mind at the time of this writing. Perhaps, I am writing as an acknowledgement of the apprehension I harbor at confronting the specter of doubt that periodically haunts me, but it would be foolhardy for me to ignore its presence. As I comb through a litanyContinue reading “Heartfelt appreciation and thank you’s”
Knowing that I know nothing, is more than enough.
Knowing that you know nothing, is powerful.
Who needs a cheering section?
“… Speaking truth to ourselves …”
Courage of your convictions? Not behind an avatar it isn’t.
I am a relic of a bygone era and the realization of this fact saddens me. I came from an time where corporal punishment featured creative uses of the belt, hands, broomsticks, shoes and the like in response to various acts of malfeasance. I don’t intend for this to be a treatise on how wellContinue reading “Courage of your convictions? Not behind an avatar it isn’t.”
Keeping my balance
Pride and humility have been two elements that have had a tenuous a tug-of-war battle of sorts in my life. Strangely enough, they have experienced difficulty with their co-existence, much to my dismay. In my life I have had a heavy servings of pride, but not unlike a child with a mandate to eat hisContinue reading “Keeping my balance”
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