Snow

Today I dreamed of skiing. Each time I closed my eyes, the bright white of the snow rose up from the crusted hill, glittering and hard. My skis scraped, then slid and scraped, with each careful turn down the mountain. After all those years, my body knew how to bend and flex, how to let…

Leaving Your Mark

I know a lot of leaders who want to make a difference. Most want to create a legacy, leave a mark, or know that what they do as leaders makes the company and its people better for having been there. There are two ways to go about this: with purpose and intent, or accidentally by…

John O’Donohue’s The Inner History of a Day

Read or say out loud: The Inner History of a Day –John O’Donohue, To Bless the Space Between Us, Doubleday, 2008.   There are several lines I just love in this poem: “the eucharist of the ordinary” and “being betrothed to the unknown.” First, because when we are willing to take notice of the smallest details…

Football: Poetry in Motion

The Seattle Seahawks won the Super Bowl on Sunday. I was so happy for my city, having never won the Lombardi trophy before, and I was happy for the players, and Coach Carroll, and the families of the players and the 12th Man fans. It was exciting and a wonderful example of tenacity, focus and…

Fierce Edges

It was initially hard to imagine why David might ask us to notice the fierce edges of our lives, our existence, on the trip to the Galapagos. I had anticipated beauty, creatures great and small, unique vistas. When you are on the stunning MVV Evolution and your every need is anticipated by a crew of…