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[caption id="attachment_1440" align="alignright" width="600"] Here's a pic from my talk at Impact Hub Boulder last month. I was addressing social entrepreneurs, some from Watson University, on the PoPP (Power of Positive Psychology). On the screen is one of my fave quotes: “The illiterate of the 21st century will not be those who cannot read and write, but those who cannot learn, unlearn, and relearn.” (Alvin Tofler, Future Shock, 1971)[/caption]...

What if all the people who could not sleep at two or three or four in the morning left their houses and went to the parks what if hundreds, thousands, millions went in their solitude like a stream and each told their story what if there were old women fearful if they slept they would die and young women unable to conceive and husbands having affairs and children fearful of failing and fathers worried about paying bills and men having business troubles and women unlucky in love and those that were in physical pain and those who were guilty what if they all left their houses like a stream and the moon illuminated their way and they came, each one to tell their stories would these be the more troubled of humanity or would these be the more...

[caption id="attachment_1417" align="aligncenter" width="640"] I'd like to honor my Uncle and God Father, Charlie Pane, who served in WWII and the Korean War. He then served New York City Police and his local fire department. In retirement, he drove a yellow school bus. This guy is a Vet through and through (School busses and battle fields can leave you with PTSD).  He just turned 84 last month, suffers a bit from Alzhiemer's, but always has a smile on his face when I see him. Love you Uncle Charlie. Thank you for your many years of varied service and for being...

This Rachel Remen quote really speaks to me and I wanted to share it with you. (Thank you Anda Webb, my student in George Mason University's Advanced Coaching Program in Leadership and Well-Being, for bringing it to my attention.) Service is not the same as helping. Helping is based on inequality, it's not a relationship between equals. When you help, you use your own strength to help someone with less strength. It's a one up, one down relationship, and people feel this inequality. When we help, we may inadvertently take away more than we give, diminishing the person's sense of self-worth and...

[caption id="attachment_1386" align="alignright" width="150"] A rainbow over Cleveland; photo taken in 2012[/caption] Three years ago, I moved here from New York, NY here on an intuition: there was no formal invitation, no job waiting for me and my NYC friends thought I was crazy. I thought I was coming here to start a positive (r)evolution, but I quickly realized something had already begun, which drew me to this place. I have been honored to join and build with you. And now I’m leaving but I promise — it’s not you it’s me. No, seriously: you guys rock. Our relationship has always been complicated,...

If you ask how much do I want, I’ll tell you that I want it all. This morning, you and I and all men are flowing into the marvelous stream of oneness. Small pieces of imagination as we are, we have come a long way to find ourselves and for ourselves, in the dark, the illusion of emancipation. This morning, my brother is back from his long adventure. He kneels before the altar, his eyes full of tears. His soul is longing for a shore to set anchor at (a yearning I once had). Let him kneel there and weep. Let him cry his heart out. Let him have his refuge...

Delusion, a curse, But does it have to be? Opportunity or threat? Perception as reality. Here I am There you are The boundraies? Beautifully indstinct. We are artists, Cocreating good + bad Default creation now deliberate By being mindful – dancing. Dialogue, a dance in which No one needs to be right Polarities, polarities everywhere Leading / following and building greater sight. We are all in this together To create the world we all want To be open and available Maybe even a new font...

I spoke to mom tonight who told me that the night before I was born 35.999 years ago, she and pops were supposed to go into the (New York) city. Her sis, Aunt Beverly, got a room at The Plaza hotel (a dream!) and they were going to have drinks (ha!) and hang out. She said she just wasn't feeling right - something was off, so she decided not to go. She remembers apologizing to my father on the way home because he was looking forward to the NYC treat, too. Her water broke in the middle of that night, three weeks...

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