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Existential

Not sure if there is a such thing as existential leadership but there are some ways in which I look to lead others in this way.  In postmodern times systems are required to explore change in ways that are different from previous generations.  In the past change was addressed with...

Let’s ponder something for a second. What if addiction, continual substance abuse despite negative consequences, is a misguided spiritual process? Now, many people have said this, but they seem to be more focused on the idea that substance abuse or use is a “substitute” for meaning or spiritual transcendence. But...

Retarded is a word that has been swallowed up by its negative connotation and mean spirited derogatory reference to those with less cognitive capabilities.  But I would like to revive this word for its use in describing an existential way of being in the world.  It has great significance for...

There once was a fly who was stuck inside a box.  It became all that it knew, forgetting life outside the box.  As far as it could remember, it was always inside this box.  As it continuously flew into the walls of the box it grew deeper into despair, feeling...

We have this thing called Elf on a Shelf. You may have heard of it. Lots of people have it. You can buy it in many bookstores and gift shops. During the time leading up to Christmas, the Elf supposedly returns to the North Pole every evening to report on...

This week was full.  I haven't worked such a full week in a while.  It wasn't just full of work and clients and group work.  It was full of experience and emotion and thought and reflection.  I was angry and sad and fascinated and annoyed and intrigued and content and...

When I walk back and forth to work I pass by a blues bar. It opens at 10am and there are usually a group of men on the front porch drinking by at least 11am. Every day I walk by, the same man is there. His cigarette stained beard, weathered face,...