Her Last Day in the House

Sometimes the listening I need to tune up is my ability to hear what’s in the unsaid. There is something behind the words that is always being communicated, and the people I experience as truly listening to me get more from me than just my words. Melinda read a text...

Is anyone listening?

During this past Tuesday’s Being a Leader reading with two of my colleagues, we read slides related to authentic listening. This sentence showed me the depths to which I am not listening: This kind of listening requires you to be authentically committed to recreating...

The Facts of Life

I think I know the difference: Facts are what happens, and interpretations are the meanings I give to what happens. Except interpretations are not the meanings I give to what happens. The meanings simply arise. They exist automatically, with no effort—or...
Completion

Completion

For the past three weeks or so the distinction completion has been rolling around in my mind. I’ve been paying attention to all the areas where I start something and don’t finish (defined as completely done or arriving at a predetermined stopping point). Some...

Claiming Our Power

Storm. From light to dark in a second. Thunder but no rain. I wonder if this is what it sounds like in Kyiv—except my only worry is if the power goes out and kills my a/c.  So no, people in Ukraine probably have a different occurring. Our questions might be similar,...
Wrong Question

Wrong Question

First you have to understand that I am committed to Melinda’s wellbeing. I have declared it, and after her series of falls and injuries especially, I am committed to protecting her, which means being vigilant for when she is walking and not looking and talking on the...