Creativity
Sundials & Compasses
Because my writing like this last post is often a long and complex weave of many ideas1 , I’m writing this short post as a palate cleanser. I…
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Culture
low-to-no ownership
With poorly drawn diagram of a cross-section of Earth and Space. Because Western civilization and most economic systems seem to be centered around “mine” vs. “yours,” there is…
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Concise
I made a short 16mm film named Concise. It could be called an avant garde film and it was engrossing to make. I made it as a follow…
Mommess
Believing, Knowing and a Timeless Smile
The power of acknowledgement & questions for deep, time-released understanding. Sitting outside at a small red cafe table on Laguardia Place in New York City, Jim Smith looked…
Mommess
Stewarding the Internet
Women are used to this in terms of motherhood, being unseen and unpaid: just “expected.” Moms do love and care and survival of the species. It’s a default…
Creativity
Becoming a writer
Play on words, Play with words: what do you want to know about you? My first poem, which I can recite by heart, woke me up. I wrote…
Creativity
Process sans plans & perfection
[originally published in weekly newsletter] I feel at a loss of what to say here today, but my hands love to write, and I made a commitment to…
Coaching
The toilet in my back yard
And the knowing that comes from an ‘in house’ metaphor. Last month, we cashed in some Apple shares to have a friend’s brother fix our bathroom. The floor…
Creativity
Feedback is free
On a lovely 15 mile (!) hike with a good friend yesterday I learned about feedback. Specifically, that some folks seek it and some don’t. I do. I…
Creativity
Dream On Drum Kit: What’s Your Rhythm?
Ever feel like you need a new timing or approach? One that hasn’t been done quite yet? So, the other night I have this dream that I’m back…
Humor
Is AI, or my butt, running my mobile phone?
Ever call someone you didn’t intend to by “butt dial?” I keep my phone in my pocket, and given how tight my jeans have become, watching the operations…
Mommess
Hey Ram
Today in the woods, I saw Ram Dass1. Well not really. And yet, in another way, precisely. The older man had just a little grey hair and sparkly…