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Beauty of BeginningsDaily contemplations + Pacific Ocean Sunrises
For a world with a future
I hope to see a book from you of daily meditations with your brilliant photos. You are one of the most compelling thought leaders I know.
Thank you for your work.
Cherie Clark
A seed planted into our mind
A seed planted into our mind can become a weapon or our liberation.
Our vigilance is in watching what seeds we allow to be planted, by whom, and for what intent.
When Heroes Become Villains: Rethinking Individualism and Neoliberal Capture 🌍🚀
When Heroes Become Villains: Rethinking Individualism and Neoliberal Capture. Individualism. Anti – other. Anti-society. Anti-collective if you are different.
Denial is easy
Denial is easy. Easier than to confront.
Confront. To stand in front of. To face.
Denial is easier than looking inward, backward, or forward.
How easy is it to be nice
I already feel like a relationship has been established with the person behind response #2.
How easy is it to be nice? And what is the precessional effect?
How do we celebrate through all of this
How do we celebrate through all of this?
Celebrate the end of the year. Celebrate being with family.
The tension between knowing and enjoying life and aliveness.
Ask for what you need to be brilliant
Too many times, I have watched people step into new roles without what they need to succeed in place. Sometimes, these obstacles can be overcome. But if possible, ask for what you need to be brilliant.
Beauty of Beginnings is my attempt to capture life and contemplation in its sweet and sometimes painful moments.
I write them to inspire the infinite possibility we can create when we work together synergistically
I write them to challenge my own thinking – we all need that.
I write them to connect to you, to create a wholehearted invitation to move towards Syntropy
I write them as an expression of the very frontier I am on. Never perfect. Always curious. Constantly humbled by beauty and love.
Beauty will save the world. Without beauty we are naught. Towards beauty we bow.