As far back as I can remember my mind has been a playground for wild vines that wrap around themselves in a fight for slivers of sunlight. Some produce fragrant flowers. Some are outfitted with thick thorns that draw thick blood. I suppose all of them have some purpose, but as the keeper of these thoughts, I have always had a tough time deciding which are most useful, and which to prune. So they grow and tighten and somehow manage…
I am having a really rocky emotional day, today. Beating myself up for my shortcomings as a writer, and a man. I don’t have these days very often, but when appear – they knock me on my heels. Because friends notice things, my friend Callum Saunders (who lives in England and whom I’ve never met in person) sent me this note via email: An elderly Cherokee Native American was teaching his grandchildren about life… He said to them, “A…
I realize that every breath I take is death to another memory. I just wish I could manage them a little better.
Recently, Kohl’s department store issued a contest to every school in America via Facebook that resulted in the worst use of social media to date.
August 2010 Met John Doe for lunch. He’s a lawyer who had an epiphany. A passionate guy. Can’t sit still. He had a small brochure folded into eighths. There were graphs and subsequent copy on each panel positioned perfectly so that it opened and closed just right. I was immediately impressed. He talked politics and government and actually made sense. He explained his epiphany and that he felt he’d been called to initiate some kind of epic change in America…
Believing we’re creative is a deception caused by the ego. Sadly, humans aren’t creative. True creativity can only exist at the ‘divine entity’ level.
