Ah…So That’s Our Hand-basket

When Osama was whacked a couple of days ago and the world rejoiced (well, half the world, it seems), I was saddened. Not because I’m part of that other half, but because the act and the world reaction clarified for me why we’re a doomed species.

Appreciating Loved Ones

I just got back from a quick visit with siblings in Ontario. It’s been more than a couple of years, and as usual, sitting with my siblings can get me thinking.

A Pair of Shoes

I stopped by the Art Gallery on my way to lunch today. Not to visit any exhibit inside, or to catch some of the second-hand BC Bud wafting from the bike couriers that like to hang out there between gigs. I stopped by to drop off a pair of shoes.

Separating Concern from Responsibility

I’ve found that one of the ways we can get in deep trouble when we are trying to help others (or to pull ourselves up from our own bootstraps) is that we don’t distinguish between concern and responsibility.

Back to Work

Funny…on my business site, I posted ‘Back to School‘ earlier this week. What can it all mean?

A Life in the Day – part 2

After a morning that was possibly the most intense and exhausting in my life (at least in a room full of total strangers), it was difficult for me even to think what was in store for me in the afternoon. There certainly was no disappointment there.

A Life in the Day – part 1

A couple of years ago, I attended a conference in Phoenix in November. While that in itself is a good thing, the conference turned out to be one of the most powerful events I ever attended, with one day in particular that stands out beyond the others.

A Far From Perfect World

Here I sit, in the middle of what has turned out to be a week from hell at work. Not a good thing, given that I run my own business and theoretically have control over what I do or don’t do.

Billy Walker

Note: This post is a bit longer, and perhaps a bit more serious than the usual fare here (if there can be a usual fare after only a month). I’m heading down a path with this post that hopefully coalesce into a story with a real point or two sometime down the road…

One of my earliest friendships was with Billy Walker. He lived across the street from us, two doors down from Mrs. Mears’ store, along a highway that was far less populated than it is now, and far less travelled.

One Life, One Chance

I grabbed an opportunity to run through some e-mails ‘n stuff in a Starbuck’s this morning, and someone ahead of me had “One Life, One Chance” tattooed across her back. Not too impressed with the artwork, apparently based on a song by H20, but the message resonated with me.