Author: Louis J. Alloro, M.Ed., MAPP

Apparently: 30 days has September April June and November. Yesterday, I thought November had 31 days, but alas, there’s only 30. Another positive, a friend reminded me, as I’m engaging in a month-long writing initiative, where we write everyday for a month. I’ve committed to this blog. To you. To me, really. And right now I don’t want to write. But I want to honor my commitment. I want to set and reach goals. To live into utmost integrity. This means saying what I mean and meaning what I say. It means adapting – even when I don’t want to. I’m reminded of the true...

[caption id="attachment_629" align="alignleft" width="276" caption="Who the hell knows?"][/caption] The story of my life. Yours too, I may presume. But not. So step off. It’s mine. Kidding. Step on. We're all fuck ups. Really, I believe this. Cause what happened to our childhood innocence and love – for ourselves, for others? Yes, I’m a fuck-up. And I’m pretty straight, sort of speak. What I mean is, I’m becoming more and more aware of my own insanity and what I’m realizing is that boy, I’ve been conditioned in a funny way. Wow. And I can’t judge it. I can’t hate it. Cause when I do,...

Last Tuesday evening I gave a talk at NYU Langone Medical Center for Faces: a nonprofit center to improve lives of people affected by seizures and epilepsy. The program last week, Caring for the Caretaker, attracted 200 people, many of whom were parents of children with epilepsy, and some were patients themselves. What happened though was quite unlike anything I’ve experienced before as a facilitator: resistance writ large across a crowd of folks up against real stinkin’ conditions. “Who will pay the medical bills?” “Will he ever be able to ever live alone?” “I never know if my son’s next seizure will...

"Life is a train of moods like a string of beads; and as we pass through them they prove to be many-colored lenses which paint the world their own hue, and each shows only what lies in its own focus." --Ralph Waldo Emerson, "Experience"...

My sister sent this to me . . . Hm. ”Here’s to the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels. The troublemakers. The round pegs in the square holes. The ones who see things differently. They’re not fond of rules. And they have no respect for the status quo. You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify or vilify them. About the only thing you can’t do is ignore them. Because they change things. They push the human race forward. And while some may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius. Because the people who are crazy enough to think...

Reminds me of what I've been experiencing + writing about this month: Evolution/growth/success is not linear (if you do this, then you get that). It's spiral. Requires a full range of emotions, including the ones that don't feel so good. Gotta go through it to get through it. Takes multo amounts of allowing, loving, and being present, without judgment, of oneself. Of others. It's all part of the same cycle and with conscious awareness and emotional intelligence, we can feel that judgment not resonating with our higher selves. It's fear surfacing as a protection mechanism. But really now: how's that workin' for...

Louis Alloro, M.Ed., MAPP, is a Fellow at George Mason University’s Center for Consciousness & Transformation, and owns a NYC-based consultancy which specializes in consulting (facilitating + coaching) services to learning organizations and individuals of all kinds. Louis uses a unique, proprietary approach to building social, emotional, psychological, and communal capital which facilitates growth and resilience, even in the face of challenges. He partners in the SOMO (Social/Emotional+) Leadership Movement, a city-wide intervention in Cleveland, Ohio, teaching positive psychology in learning labs all across town: in businesses, schools, community groups, living rooms -- and baking principles of applied positive psychology into as...

Phew. Wow. What a challenge the past month and a half has been. Have lived the teeter of a downward spiral that left me fast asleep to some of the awarenesses of my higher self. Totally in a pity party and helpless to some extent. Alone. Depressed even. [See past few--and sporadic posts on here for confirmation.] But I'm back. With a smile. In flow. On my game. And boy, does it feel good. As challenging as some of it was, though, I can see some value of "going there" - reminded me that 'thinking your way out' is not always the...

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