When God Speaks

A few years ago, I went to a training program called Driven For Life. I had spent the previous 10 years working in ministry and made the difficult decision to go back into the “real” world, the secular world. I’ve never really thought about it before now but it’s interesting that the secular world was…

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It’s a Slippery Slope

Last month, I spent 5 days in Maui, Hawaii. I started this blog while sitting on a beach in Kihei watching the waves roll in.  There was a bit of rain making the water shimmer with light and appear iridescent. While the others snorkeled, I was all set to work on client projects, fulfilling a…

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Swimming with Turtles

We paddled out about ¼ mile off the Maui shore. We “anchored” so to speak and the other 5 kayakers started putting on their snorkeling gear. I sat there breathing deep feeling some trepidation that I’d be forced to join in and get in the crystal-clear ocean. And once in, they seriously expected me to…

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FORGING ahead…

FORGE verb (used with object), forged, forging. to form by heating and hammering; beat into shape. to form or make, especially by concentrated effort Beat into Shape! Yikes. Heading to the mountains this morning. Going to spend 3 days at Driven for Life’s FORGE: Engaged Team training. Of course, two years ago I made the…

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Waiting for my Muse

Yes, I blog. I blog because I love to express my feelings in writing. To clarify and expand my ideas in black and white.  In December, last year, I became a “full-time” writer …which gifted me with “full-time” writer’s block. Because since I now need to write, I can’t … yeah I got nothing. I…

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Sunsets, Barney and Snicker Bars

January 27, 2017. My mother would be 84 today.  She died when she was 62.  I often think, she was just done.  She seemed a bit tired of living. Just before she died, she decided to quit radiation for her brain tumor. Chemo never was an option and the radiation was purely to extend her…

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#joy

I love to write. I always have. My freshman year of high school, I had one of those special teachers…Dr. Calhoun.  He was tough, he was exacting, but at the same time he taught us and taught us well.  It was 9th grade English and I fell in love with words. When I entered 10th…

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