This is my great aunt Celia with her husband, my great Uncle Jake. As a young woman Auntie Celia emigrated from Russia to the U.S. She served as domestic help to a family member. She was not formally educated. She was wise, wise enough to leave them a ladle of memories.
This is a personal story that sealed an important lesson into my being. When we refuse to touch the reality of a thing, it will express itself at another time and in another place. It will keep expressing itself until it finds a way to wake us.
When was the last time you changed it? You might wonder why I’m asking these questions about self image. Let me explain. Have you ever passed a mirror, not realizing that’s what it was, glanced quickly, and wondered,”Who is that______________ human being?”
You must jump through the hoop of Fire, and Skate to the middle of the Pond to face the Ogre So Fear…
Each moment, a wonder.
Our organizations are built on foundations of fear that retard progress. Where and how do we learn to recognize and overcome our fears? In this post, I turn to Shamanism for answers.
Leadership is a lonely sport. It demands the ability to hold life, at times without solace, comfort or sharing.