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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
The art of arriving
Walking into an airport arrival hall in the United Arab Emirates well before first light to the sound of morning prayer and the muted din of a melange of humanity waiting to be permitted to gain entry into a new country gave me pause to reflect on the art of arriving.
Slowing down in order to speed up
Slowing down in order to speed up is most effective when we are under the most pressure and the act of stopping feels impossible.
A place that is still
Below the threshing beat of stress is a place that is still.
Last night, in the dark hours, awake and perturbed, I sunk below the frenzy of a million thoughts and a myriad of emotions, and found that still place.
What captures your devotion
What captures your devotion?
Where in your life do you commit to the sacred in you?
How do you express devotion to your work,
Cultivation of gratitude
Cultivation of gratitude is exponentially more powerful when it feels very far away.
We are part of the whole
Or the bigger question, that while I sit here as a single individual, the body of the heavens that is affecting the mighty Pacific is affecting everyone. On so many levels we are part of the whole. The rising tide is rising in you, and me.
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.