of chrysalis and ash

A chrysalis is the shell, or bag - the container - in which a caterpillar becomes a butterfly. The idea of a caterpillar becoming a butterfly is amazing and inspiring to any elementary school student, but sadly, many adults never look at this metamorphosis from a more mature perspective. A Butterfly undergoes its metamorphosis in... Continue Reading →

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Still Phlegm

In my last entry, I referred to my present health and career crisis as a storm. I considered and then wrote about how it built up and finally blew up. In explaining this to my present clients, I even drew a picture of a mushroom cloud as an illustration of my job situation. 44 The Lord hurled a... Continue Reading →

phlegm

I am a pretty phlegmy, or phlegmatic, guy. I have been for some time. Funny how the two definitions of this word have collided in my microcosm here lately. I guess it was when I was in Washington DC recently that I first noticed that I was breathing harder - struggling for air more -... Continue Reading →

Scribendo Cogito

I don't always learn by teaching. Sometimes, I learn by conjuring up some humility, reminding myself that I'm not an expert in - well - anything, and finding someone who IS, and then submitting to their instruction. On this point, for the past several years I have been studying mediation and more specifically, conciliation, methods.... Continue Reading →

The Washingtons (ep.6)

A home is a wonderful thing. A family is even better. Armistice, when needed, is from God Himself. Put the three  together and you have a miracle that many people never experience and that many who experience it take for granted. The Washingtons had hit a sweet spot in life.  Reagan was rising early each... Continue Reading →

49 yr eval

I'm ok with who I am. It has taken quite some time to get here, but I'm good with me. And as for the people who aren't, well, I don't really care. On the other hand, may they have ethics complaints filed against them. But not by me, because it's not worth my time. I've... Continue Reading →

invisible (not all just a lie)

So. Some things cannot be seen by the naked eye. Some naked eyes choose not to see. Some others choose not to be seen. There's quite a vicious cycle in there somewhere. This is the root of politicians and pundits feeding the public "alternative facts," "fake news," and "revisionist history." When people choose not to... Continue Reading →

invisible (to the other guy)

How many people have either wondered if they were, or wished they were, or maybe wished they were not, invisible, at one point or another? That one girl or guy that doesn't seem to know you exist; that car that pulls into your lane as though you weren't in it; or that gathering where you're standing... Continue Reading →

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