four4soaring
We can become complicit in evil if we are not careful. Our behavior in our workplaces, schools, churches, communities and families and the way we react to events can send signals : we can choose to send ripples of healing kindness or ripples of bitterness; ripples of proactive improvement of the status quo or ripples […]
Read the updated post : Hello in there : The call to seek connection and be known on my LinkedIn account.
I just finished reading Daring Greatly and I wanted to share the link to Brene’ Brown’s Wholehearted Parenting Manifesto. I was blown away by her final words on the subject that both summed this section up so well and were incredibly convicting personally as well. Who we are and how we engage with the world […]
The poet of my youth was one Gordon Sumner, aka Sting. The first concert I ever went to was Dream of the Blue Turtles, his debut solo album. A bit odd for a kid my age as all my other friends went to the Journey, AC/DC and KISS concerts, and I loved all that music […]
Old School : family film with Dad My Dad would have been 75 today if my “goesintas” are correct? I wish he would have had a chance to see my, my sisters and my step brother and step sister’s families grow and soar! I’m thankful my dad captured these moments of my earliest childhood on […]
Some months ago I wrote a story about my grandfather and how he taught me how to be full of CHIT: Curious | Humble | Intentional | Teachable. Today, I want to talk about this World War II veteran and how he has lived a life as a gritty hero, not just of World War […]
Why do I write this blog? What is this whole #four4soaring thing about anyway? As I ponder this question I am assaulted by what Steven Furtick calls the Chatterbox in my own head: You are writing this blog out of ego. You want to be liked. You crave attention. You don’t really care about anyone […]
What is it about our human nature that is so stoked in fear that we are constantly looking for any excuse to find the exit? What saturates our brains in flight or fight neuropathy so much that it feels like we are always either defending our flank or leaping like an antelope for the safety […]
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