Brush with greatness

I had the pleasure, moons ago, of being in the audience when the great motivational speaker Zig Ziglar spoke. He was an electrifying presence, and you walked away thinking you could accomplish whatever miracle you set your mind to accomplishing. “You can have anything you want in this world if you just help enough otherContinue reading “Brush with greatness”

Where angels dance

“Write only what you love, and love what you write,” Ray Bradbury wrote. What would be the point of writing words of hate, or words that don’t speak love, no, shout love? What would be the point of wasting any moment of life on the mean, the small, the spirit-breaking nastiness? Given a finite timeContinue reading “Where angels dance”

A point of perseverance

This is Day 358 of my “blog every day for 92 days” personal challenge. Barring an unforeseen catastrophe, next Saturday I’ll complete a full year of daily blogging for the first time in my decade and a half since discovering how easy it is to have a blog. Will I quit shortly afterward, like IContinue reading “A point of perseverance”

Connecting without an intermediary

The old ways were about waiting to be found, waiting to be discovered, all of us diamonds in the rough looking for our big break. The new ways are about climbing on a platform and eliminating the “middle man,” going directly into the act, whether someone tells us we’re ready or not, and maybe we’reContinue reading “Connecting without an intermediary”

Life is what happens while …

I’ve been sitting here for five minutes, thinking about what I could be writing, instead of actually writing. I wonder if that’s a metaphor for life: You could be living, but instead you sit and think about the life you could be living. Oh, it’s important to sit and think, too, it’s a form ofContinue reading “Life is what happens while …”

Fear knots

It starts when you’re always afraid that if you step out of line, someone will come and take you away. And then you become afraid of being afraid of being afraid, but you don’t know how to stop being afraid, and you get upset when you meet someone who doesn’t seem to be afraid, becauseContinue reading “Fear knots”

Pick the right sky

“Your dreams should be as big as the sky,” the weaver said. The boy looked up from the street corner, surrounded by skyscrapers. The girl looked up from the forest floor to see the canopy of trees, a patch of far-away blue peeking through the heavily leaved branches. “The sky isn’t very big,” the boyContinue reading “Pick the right sky”

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