Archive | January 2016

In Honor of Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.

Jan17

martin-luther-king_tcm7-122217This three-day weekend marks the recognition of one of America’s great leaders, a humble man who led Americans–black and white–out of darkness and into light, the Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.

Like many, I honor this man for selflessly giving his all, including his life, for the humane treatment of African-Americans. I can think of no better way to show my appreciation for the sacrifices he and others involved in the Civil Rights Movement made than to live my life on purpose, to dream big, to achieve big. I can do no less than to continue to fight for those less fortunate, than to vote, than to point out and eradicate injustice and inequality in my sphere of influence.

With much gratitude to this man of God for bravely treading the path of righteousness, I share with you one of Dr. King’s many prolific speeches, a speech given to the American Psychological Association on September 1, 1967.

Welcome 2016!

Jan3

Finally, it’s here…2016. Yeah!!!!

I am so glad to wave bye-bye to 2015. It was not my favorite year. To try and avoid another 2015, I am actually going to put more thought into visualizing or goal-setting for 2016 (instead of rushing through it like I did last year). So when I read Pam Boyd’s (author/writer) blog post titled, “What to do at the End?” (see below), I thought it a great way to prep for a serious goal-setting session. If you’re going through the process of visualization or goal-setting for the new year, I encourage you to read her message. And if you discover you want more of her “quick inspirations” for a fast-moving world, click here.

Here’s hoping you achieve all of your goals and resolutions for 2016 and beyond.

TWO MINUTE TUNE-UP by Pam Boyd

What to Do at the End?

by Pam Boyd

(At the end of every year, before the new one takes over, I reread my journal to capture moments, highlights, learning points, and the books that made a difference. This poem is about that practice.)

 

You’d forget most of the days beneath the fallen year

If you hadn’t hidden its massive trunk

For your private excursions into the thick wood

(Where it lies infinitely solemn and still)

To climb up onto it, once again, at its roots

To stand steady and reverently upon its weathered bark

To walk curiously down and

Through its tangled branches

And step deep into its blanketed leaves

 

All those brilliant, magnificent leaves!

Leaves that would be compost

Darkened and buried so soon after they were gone

Unless

You carefully preserved them

For this moment

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