May 3, 2020 | Beauty of Beginnings, Bucky Fuller-Critical Path, Current Affairs, Economies for justice, Future of Business, Syntropic Enterprise
Why are humans in Universe? This larger question is rarely asked. When we are enculturated from a young age to fit into an education system that teaches via a scorecard, to then go into a world that measures value by another scorecard, in a larger system that is...
May 2, 2020 | Beauty of Beginnings, Personal Development, Personal Sustainability
Drunk on Beauty It has been that kind of morning. The first touch of chill in the Southern Hemisphere. Which for us means a cloudless horizon over the Pacific Ocean. And then the sunrise. So beautiful it melts senses. Beauty does that. Mingled with love, beauty...
May 1, 2020 | Beauty of Beginnings, Guinea Pig C-personal category, Personal Development
Happy Birthday One year ago it was another day. I wrote this…. On Surplus ..when we have extra, more than enough. When we have more than enough of something, be that time, energy, money, love, things, knowledge… Two years ago I wrote this… Taking flight. Today I long...
April 30, 2020 | Beauty of Beginnings, Current Affairs, Future of Business, Stewardship, Leadership, Entrepreneurs, Syntropic Enterprise
Asylum and safety Seeking asylum is a natural part of human life. We want to retreat. Find sanctuary. Be held in safety. Wrapped in warmth. To disappear from the tugs and pulls of life. Today we in the privileged world are learning about asylum from an invisible...
April 29, 2020 | Beauty of Beginnings, Current Affairs, Economies for justice, Future of Business, Stewardship, Leadership, Entrepreneurs, Syntropic Enterprise
What Now? The playground of today. I was chatting with my 86-year-old father yesterday. Age isn’t so much biological as the stubborn refusal to stay current to change. He has persisted in his isolation by refusing to learn to be digitally fluent. He misses out,...
April 28, 2020 | Beauty of Beginnings, Guinea Pig C-personal category, Personal Development
Maturity If I had met my love ten years ago we would not have seen each other. Ten years ago, even five years ago, my insecurities held the throne of my identity. Looking back, it is like I had this impenetrable fog around me. People could see me, blurred through my...
