August 10, 2022 | Beauty of Beginnings, Current Affairs, Personal Development, Syntropic Enterprise
Questions about when we have enough The question of when is enough is one to keep stepping back into. Life and circumstances change. As they do our relationship to enough changes. A team working on a project might step into the conversation of what is enough as the...
August 7, 2022 | Beauty of Beginnings, Current Affairs, Syntropic Enterprise
Naturalising the economy Economy means care of the home. We are not doing so well at economics as a human race. Rather than commodify nature, including humans, which has been the mechanism to build financial wealth and power, we need to learn to naturalise the...
August 5, 2022 | Beauty of Beginnings, Current Affairs, Stewardship, Leadership, Entrepreneurs, Syntropic Enterprise
How many properties does it take to light up a soul? This question was raised in a conversation yesterday. We were speaking about people of high financial wealth. “I own all of those buildings.” Why? What is the point of owning all of those buildings? To make more...
August 4, 2022 | Beauty of Beginnings, Bucky Fuller-Critical Path, Current Affairs, Syntropic Enterprise
The nature of business is not natural Nature doesn’t horde in extreme. It is comprehensively efficient, without being brittle. Nature knows the interconnectivity of ALL things. The entire ecology in which individual elements of Nature live supplies the resources for...
August 3, 2022 | Beauty of Beginnings, Current Affairs, Economies for justice, Future of Business, Personal Development
What is enough? What is enough money? What is enough power? What is enough love? What is enough happiness? What is enough genuine connection with others? What is enough choice? What is enough integrity? What is enough knowledge? What is enough wisdom? There are some...
July 30, 2022 | Beauty of Beginnings, Current Affairs, Stewardship, Leadership, Entrepreneurs, Syntropic Enterprise
Feeling small I look at the images from the James Webb telescope and I feel so small. In the scheme of the Universe, insignificant. My lifetime a mote of dust. This is a good feeling. To remember my place. I watch as soulless men do heartless and cruel things to...
