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My father used to ask… Do you like what you do well or Do you do well what you like. It was always a good dinner discussion growing up. We sat around the dinner table and discussed the day and then he would toss up a question like that. Do you sit around the dinner […]

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What is extraordinary. Sometimes that word is misused. Yesterday we took the Triumph and the Harley out for a ride. Visited a friend. Wandered the side roads of town. Those in cars are truly oblivious to the subtle moments in a ride. They are on iPhones or changing the channel on the radio or chattering […]

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What is your objective. Today. What is your objective. Each moment. Do you have an objective. Or is it just a to do list that you are trying to get through….over and over again. It has to mean more than that. It has to be more than a to do list. We are more than […]

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The sweat dripped off the shirt. The word written across the back of the shirt said BRAVE. Brave. When was the last time you pushed yourself into brave territory. Do you see it during the day? Are we all just playing it so safe? What would brave territory look like. Say what needs to be […]

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What Makes You More?

Something about the prayer flags that touch me. The colors. The gentleness of their movements in the wind. The words embedded in the flags. Just the idea. Prayer flags. A home surrounded by prayer. It brings me back to our last day in the Himalaya mountains. At Namche the Sherpa bowed, wished us peace and […]

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Change. How do you handle it. Change. A shift in a life. We get so comfortable with things but everything is always changing. What is that old line…the only thing that is constant and unchanging is that there is always change. So fasten your seat belt. Grab the popcorn. Let go of stuff and hold […]

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What’s Your Story?

I can’t see his face. He is turned so I only see a profile. His cowboy hat covers his eyes. But he is not a cowboy. His shirt sleeves are rolled up. The fingers of his hands are in his jean pockets so you can still see his hands. They are rough. Used. Weary hands. […]

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She put on her ballet slippers and went to her first dance class. She loved it. She tried so hard. She laughed. Giggled. And couldn’t stop chattering about it all all the way home. That is what innocence looks like. Pure innocence. Nothing like it. Blinding white innocence. How long does it last. When I […]

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It Goes on Forever

I remember him telling me to look up in the sky. I was probably no more than 7 or 8. It was late afternoon on Long Island in the early 1950s. So I did. My father then said that it never stops. It just goes on forever. That is hard to comprehend since wherever we […]

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Woven Together by Song

Arlo Guthrie took the stage. He introduced his other band members. One was his son. Another was his grandson. The third a friend. Along the way they sang the songs of his dad, Woody, and his friends. Generations. Connections. A shared history. A continuing story. All families and friends have it. He celebrated it. An […]

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