SP1 N2 StarDate 2024.0521“On Loss & Reflection”I believe it has been 30 Mays since I first met Mr. Rosenthal...The word I associate with Jimmy: “Best.”As I recall, I first visited Jodi’s childhood home in the spring of 1994; it's an early memory...
(The StarDate represents my commitment to reflect…regularly. Maybe not EVERY week, but from time to time, I’ll send ya something that describes what’s on my heart…and my mind. Thank you for reading…)Hiya!This will be my second Sunday living in South...
I call it a StarDate…a way to reflect on what’s on my heart and mind. To share with a friend, send them to http://ReflectivePractice.space“Everything can be taken from a man but one thing: the last of the human freedoms—to choose one's attitude in an...
I call it the StarDate…a note I send to share what’s on my heart and mind these days. Thanks for reading! To share with a friend: http://ReflectivePractice.space“Don’t ask what the world needs. Ask what makes you come alive. Because what the world ne...
I call it the StarDate…a note I send to share what’s on my heart and mind these days. Thanks for reading! To share with a friend: http://ReflectivePractice.space“Specificity is a crucial ingredient. The more focused and particular a gathering is, the...
The even pages…they’re a surprise. I have to turn one over to get there. Each morning I wake up at 5123, I read a daily note. Different than (the old) Sunday Note from MGM that I used to write, these...
A baseball has 108 stitches. In order for a baseball to fulfill it’s purpose, it needs to be thrown, be hit, be caught, and be thrown again. In a cycle that repeats, this is the game a baseball was designed...
When was the last time you asked, "Where did the time go?" Each day, 1,440 minutes go by; only later can we ask ourselves if we used them well, managed them poorly, or should have done something different. Asking where...
I’m concerned about something I’m hearing a lot more from my peers, my friends, and my coaching clients. In an almost habitual way, some people around me are bypassing “reality” and leaping forward, toward a future I’m afraid will surprise...
