Inspiration

Until one is committed, there is hesitancy, the chance to draw back, always ineffectiveness. Concerning all acts of initiative (and creation), there is one elementary truth the ignorance of which kills countless ideas and splendid plans: that the moment one definitely commits oneself, then providence moves too. A whole stream of events issues from the decision, raising in one’s favor all manner of unforeseen incidents, meetings and material assistance, which no man could have dreamt would have come his way. I learned a deep respect for one of Goethe’s couplets: Whatever you can do or dream you can, begin it. Boldness has...

(This was first published as a guest blog on Impact Hub Philadelphia.) I spent New Years Eve this year in Times Square, where I stood for 10 hours with a million other folks wanting to see the ball drop and experience the energy of New York at midnight. Despite below freezing temperatures and no access to bathrooms, cocktails, or other more civilized ways of celebrating, it was one of the best New Year’s Eves I’ve had for many reasons (and not just because Taylor Swift sang her top ranking hit Welcome to New York). Being in Times Square has been on...

“the wounded child inside many males is a boy who, when he first spoke his truths, was silenced by paternal sadism, by a patriarchal world that did not want him to claim his true feelings. The wounded child inside many females is a girl who was taught from early childhood that she must become something other than herself, deny her true feelings, in order to attract and please others. When men and women punish each other for truth telling, we reinforce the notion that lies are better. To be loving we willingly hear the other’s truth, and most important, we...

[caption id="attachment_996" align="alignleft" width="300"] Thank you to my dear friend Ruth Marcon to bring these words to my life - alongside so much other richness, depth.[/caption] 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....

We shall not travel by the road we make, [caption id="attachment_962" align="alignright" width="432"] I feel so strongly - we must - build new roads - or at the very least, connect ones that haven't been connected before. #Innovation #Pioneers #SOMO[/caption] Ere day by day the sound of many feet Is heard upon the stones that now we break, We shall but come to where the cross-roads meet. For us the heat by day, the cold by night, The inch-slow progress and the heavy load, And death at last to close the long, grim fight With man and the beast and stone: for them - the road. For them the shade of...

The following prayer was written by General Douglas MacArthur and I post it today for my father, Louis T. Alloro, who does not live in vain. I love you, dad. "Build me a son, O Lord, who will be strong enough to know when he is weak, and brave enough to face himself when he is afraid; one who will be proud and unbending in honest defeat, and humble and gentle in victory. Build me a son whose wishbone will not be where his backbone should be; a son who will know Thee...

"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...

I was recently asked to write some fodder on what inspires me for a teacher, colleague and friend doing a collective inspiration project. Here is my submission: With so much talk of mavericks a few seasons ago, I could not help but think about who fits that bill? Is it Barack Obama for his ability to inspire hope? Harvey Milk for following a civil rights dream? Was it Mother Teresa who touched the lives of people no one else wanted to help? Who are mavericks closer to home? Is it my friend Bright who helped me change a belief system about...

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