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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 ClarkÂ
Imagine if our goals are not the point – the Principle of Precession
Imagine if our goals are not the point. What matters most is what happens when we intend to achieve a goal or reach a target. The side-effect, not the goal itself, holds the precious gift.
We cannot find women who match us
We cannot find women who match us
I have heard this statement from so many male-dominated enterprises.Â
Being charge free is worth it
When we are triggered or charged we can choose to address the charge and commit to its healing. This may take weeks or months, even years.
Being charge free is worth it.
Contribution is amazing
Contribution is amazing. It allows us to be a part of a greater whole. It states our position as someone who is valuable, as well as being valued.
Those who cry the loudest for freedom and liberty
Yet those who cry the loudest for freedom and liberty are often the ones who refuse to take responsibility for their actions on others. They refuse to accept that rights and responsibility are complementary, not opposite.
We humans are complex and bumpy
We humans are complex and bumpy. Holding the space for the different faces and expressions of another is a gift of radical generosity.
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.