Category: Energy Boost

Patience can be hard.

I was reminded of it at the start of this year as my 92-year-old mom had her stroke, and I was suddenly thrust into taking care of every single aspect of her life. I was reminded of it the year I lived on the tiny island of Tobago, a place where time comes to a halt and  (more…)

Learning about breath came to me early.

I practiced in Acting Class when I went to college. Did it with my voice teacher, Joy McLean Bosfield. Did it as I figured out my rhythms as a swimmer. And heck, I did it big-time when I found yoga back in the 80s, before yoga became an industry. (more…)

I’m a talker. Half-way decent listener as well, I hope.

And I INTENSELY dislike small talk. Small talk is the incessant chatter about nothing. The endless skimming of the surface. Where everything we say is inconsequential and instantly forgotten.

Yadda yadda yadda yadda. (more…)

I sent Yvonne an invite on LinkedIn. Yvonne and I are social buddies and friends. Here’s Yvonne’s email response to me:

Wow, so happy to connect with you in the professional world. What an honor!

Sweet, right? (more…)

Exhibit # 1: An Afternoon in Rome 

I’m having a flashback. My first memory of being in the presence of someone with presence.

I am 21 years old and hanging out in Rome.  (more…)

We sit. We sit. And then we sit some more. Not good.

Energy killer. Creativity inhibitor. Attention buster. Bad, all around bad.

Who came up with this crazy notion that we have to sit to work?  (more…)

It happens this week. The first World Happiness Summit in Miami.

When I tell cherished friends that I’m participating as learner and tribe leader, I am often met with a pained roll of the eyes. A moment of polite silence. And attempts at containing the happiness  (more…)

90 % of business meetings are unnecessary. The quality of conversation that occurs does not warrant the time allotted for the meeting. Magic will not happen. A click of the SEND button to disburse updates would have done the trick. (more…)

It seemed like a silly question.

What’s your secret to being happy in your 40s? a reporter asks actress Jennifer Aniston. Does she really have to answer this kind of crap? I think to myself. Ms. Aniston answers. (more…)

I notice them at once. A woman and a man.

They sit catti-corner from me on a Thursday morning in a boulangerie in Bonn.  (more…)