It’s a book I love for many reasons. One is its use of the word bloom.
I know the word, of course. It’s the context that enthralls me.
For 3 decades, Jon Kabat-Zinn has been a prominent American crusader for the benefits of everyday mindfulness. A friend gave me a copy of his inspired 1994 book “Wherever You Go There You Are.” (more…)
Your first 5 minutes.
They set the stage. For a meeting. For a conversation. For the day. They disproportionately fuel the spirit of all that follows.
What do you do with your first 5?
When I was a theatre director it happened way faster. 5 seconds. Even before you delivered the monologue you had (more…)
It is so simple. It’s always available to us.
And we forget. The shift from our fast-thinking-mind back into the body.
The move forward THROUGH our body.
When a business conversation suddenly gets stuck. When we start playing verbal ping pong with another person and are determined to win the point. (more…)
The more successful we are, the more pressing this question becomes.
How do I find focus-think-reflect-get organized time when there simply never is ENOUGH time?
For many of us, time is our most precious commodity. And on any given day there never seems to be as much as we would like. (more…)
You know who they are, right?
They hurtle toward you at a party, corner you in the hall. Ramble on about something or other, whining complaining joyless stressed. Their self-preoccupation is in extravagant bloom, venom raging under their veneer of social grace. On and on and on they go.
Yep. They’re the energy vampires, sucking you dry. (more…)
I tire of the athlete-success-story. I feel like I know the script too well.
Innate talent. Hard work and training. Motivational coach who challenges just right. Sports psychologist who creates the optimal mind space.
Nice. But how does this relate to how you and I maneuver in the world?
Then there’s Roger Federer. (more…)
I stand on the sidewalk in front of my house, chat with Sylvie, my gardener from Quebec. Sylvie tells me of the life challenges her teenage grand-daughter Jordana is facing. Sylvie ends with a sigh.
There’s a story behind every door, she says. Another sigh.
The slogan in the television ad for ancestry.com, the discover-your-roots (more…)
You know THAT person. We all do.
The smugness in his voice, the rock-arrogance in the way she stands, the smirk of condescension as they seem to lecture you, the fake niceness of their smile that you don’t buy for a second.
You feel yourself boil and rebel inside. Yes, THAT person. (more…)