What kind of fence or boundary have we for those private thoughts, that space of our own? Where do our spaces begin, end and intersect? … Where are the boundaries? What fences or walls will we take down? Put up? Crawl over? Ignore?
Have you ever wanted to be heard? Thought you’d done everything you can to get to get your point across, and still you left the conversation without satisfaction.
Maybe the answer lies in ….
How can we bring fresh eyes and ears to a project or to our loved ones, friends, clients, co-workers, and to our growing and changing selves? Basically what we need to do is to keep looking for new things, keep discovering – even in the routine – a new way of looking, seeing and being. I know this and still was fooled recently …
New stories often involve change, here are seven tips that might help you on your journey.
When I first heard the term “war play” I was repulsed and unsure what it encompassed. Had I ever played like that as a kid? Do I today? What about rough and tumble play? This sounded like fun, but ….These issues often come up for parents and educators with respect to childhood play and they can be controversial. But, are these types of play worthwhile for adults?
You’ve read it over a hundred times, or you haven’t proofed it once – in either case here’s my favorite proof reading, editing and perspective taking tip. It’s simple, doable and quick – read your book, article, text, email, speech or blog aloud …. this tip adds just enough to help the written word leap off the page so we can see it anew. Here are some examples:
Yes, that’s what I’ve come to believe. Stories have no power – we have the power. Human beings have the power to listen with a more nuanced ear…
Acknowledgement means, at minimum, I see you.
Maybe if it was a was a cat, it would be climbing a tree, asleep, scratching at the leg of a chair, purring contentedly, or chasing a bird.
Poor Goldilocks – she was just trying to find the right bowl of porridge, the right rocking chair, and the right bed. And it was all just right, until it wasn’t.
Poor Chicken Little, the sky wasn’t falling and she was the last to know. There are leaders like this. There always looking for the problem . . .
