Around 15 min the host speaks of an editor that loves coin collecting and motorcycles. And he doesn’t know what to do with that. It’s human nature to focus on the external thing (coins & motorcycles). But it’s never about the shiny object. It’s about the unique skill/talent that the shiny object brings out in the person. So I encourage leaders to dig deeper into what about the thing lights them up. Although I know nothing about coin collecting an example might be the love of the hunt of it. Obviously there are correlations to that in editing. Whether that be the hunt for errors, the hunt for the gem of wisdom in an article to be highlighted in the piece or perhaps even the hunt for unknown authors who share great wisdom that has not been discovered yet. All that to say - leaders should look deeper. It’s never about the outside thing. Always about the inside thing. I teach this in leading by design - using the innovative principles of design thinking for leadership. You can learn more on the Karen Zeigler RUclips channel.
I am so happy today. So happy. Happiness has many faces. How can I capture all of its faces? Kalipay sa Baybay (story, essay, poem) Happiness I found in the shores of south Samal Island, Davao. In the darkening dusk, white clouds sprouted and blossomed. Governor Generoso’s mountains provided a blue silhouette in rhythm with a blue darkening horizon. It’s 5:35pm. Where is the sunset? Nowhere. This part of the island is where the sun rises and does not set. All I hear is the gentle swosh of the waves on the white sandy beach and the happy wails of the children still savoring the last rays of light the last chance to play with the waves of Kalipay sa Baybay. I woke up late. The morning sun was already up. And what is left of the dawn’s orange light, went on racing, gathering around the sun before they depart. I took a walk on the white peebled beach. As far to the right, up to the pontoon protruding towards the deep end of the shore. I step unto its beckoning deck. The rhythmic swelling of the waves underneath the pontoon made me feel as if I am walking on an orange colored deck of a ship that ran aground. A ship rising and falling rhythmically with the tide. I stared at the sun, already high above Genero’s blue mountain ranges. Like a white shimmering saber, its sword’s tip pointed directly at me. And surprisingly, followed my steps. Even as I was walking back towards where I started, the saber light followed. And even moving beyond me, pointing towards the distant cliff, far to the left part of the beach. My sons are there, cliff diving. Before I could go further to join them, A gurgling creek barred me from going. I looked at the distant cliffs, my hands palms shading my eyes. Inviting, oh so inviting “Come on, jump, cross-over, walked further.” The creek slowed its motion and gave me a slack. But I turned back. Yeah I know I shouldn’t. I should have. This beach taught me, some moments in life, are best savored, when one resist the urge to fully drown oneself in all its flavors. I can’t hear my sons youthful screams of delight anymore. But I can feel their heartbeats beating with mine. It is enough. I turned back. The light saber begins to spread and scatter. The sun now starts to dance on the waters. For whom? I muade have made upon it a great impression. This disk of light followed, danced and rose high above. As if saying: “Hey, you mortal. I demand your undivided attention. For I’ve never felt like this for a mortal, for a man.” I replied: “I am mortal. I am man. I need your light. But if you are not there for me, still, I will pursue my path. Even in the darkness.” True, I yearned for those days when the path is clear. Like a light in the waters that shimmers clear. There are no doubts making you unsure. Just the path. Filling you with light. And a bright orange horizon at its end. True, I yearned for those days. Yet even in the darkness I will find my way. With or without sunrises. For it is still me, and the path, and the journey. I have a mission. I am a Bodhisattva of the Earth.
Around 15 min the host speaks of an editor that loves coin collecting and motorcycles. And he doesn’t know what to do with that. It’s human nature to focus on the external thing (coins & motorcycles). But it’s never about the shiny object. It’s about the unique skill/talent that the shiny object brings out in the person. So I encourage leaders to dig deeper into what about the thing lights them up. Although I know nothing about coin collecting an example might be the love of the hunt of it. Obviously there are correlations to that in editing. Whether that be the hunt for errors, the hunt for the gem of wisdom in an article to be highlighted in the piece or perhaps even the hunt for unknown authors who share great wisdom that has not been discovered yet. All that to say - leaders should look deeper. It’s never about the outside thing. Always about the inside thing. I teach this in leading by design - using the innovative principles of design thinking for leadership. You can learn more on the Karen Zeigler RUclips channel.
wow.. that sounds so great insightful which i passionate about inner self development.
I love this take on love at work
Marcus is always a pleasure to listen to. Honest, data-driven and insightful.
Shame on that hoodie though 😂😂😂
I am so happy today. So happy. Happiness has many faces. How can I capture all of its faces?
Kalipay sa Baybay (story, essay, poem) Happiness I found in the shores of south Samal Island, Davao.
In the darkening dusk, white clouds sprouted and blossomed. Governor Generoso’s mountains provided a blue silhouette in rhythm with a blue darkening horizon. It’s 5:35pm. Where is the sunset? Nowhere. This part of the island is where the sun rises and does not set.
All I hear
is the gentle swosh of the waves
on the white sandy beach
and the happy wails of the children
still savoring the last rays of light
the last chance to play
with the waves of Kalipay sa Baybay.
I woke up late. The morning sun was already up. And what is left
of the dawn’s orange light,
went on racing,
gathering around the sun before they depart.
I took a walk on the white peebled beach. As far to the right, up to the pontoon protruding towards the deep end of the shore. I step unto its beckoning deck. The rhythmic swelling of the waves underneath the pontoon made me feel as if I am walking on an orange colored deck of a ship that ran aground. A ship rising and falling rhythmically with the tide.
I stared at the sun, already high above Genero’s blue mountain ranges. Like a white shimmering saber, its sword’s tip pointed directly at me. And surprisingly, followed my steps. Even as I was walking back towards where I started, the saber light followed. And even moving beyond me, pointing towards the distant cliff, far to the left part of the beach. My sons are there, cliff diving.
Before I could go further to join them,
A gurgling creek barred me from going.
I looked at the distant cliffs, my hands palms shading my eyes. Inviting, oh so inviting
“Come on, jump, cross-over, walked further.”
The creek slowed its motion and gave me a slack.
But I turned back.
Yeah I know I shouldn’t. I should have.
This beach taught me, some moments in life, are best savored, when one resist the urge to fully drown oneself in all its flavors. I can’t hear my sons youthful screams of delight anymore. But I can feel their heartbeats beating with mine. It is enough. I turned back.
The light saber begins to spread and scatter.
The sun now starts to dance
on the waters.
For whom?
I muade have made upon it a great impression. This disk of light followed, danced and rose high above. As if saying: “Hey, you mortal. I demand your undivided attention. For I’ve never felt like this for a mortal, for a man.” I replied: “I am mortal. I am man. I need your light. But if you are not there for me, still, I will pursue my path. Even in the darkness.”
True, I yearned for those days
when the path is clear.
Like a light in the waters that shimmers clear.
There are no doubts making you unsure.
Just the path. Filling you with light.
And a bright orange horizon at its end.
True, I yearned for those days.
Yet even in the darkness
I will find my way.
With or without sunrises.
For it is still me, and the path, and the journey.
I have a mission. I am a Bodhisattva of the Earth.
Excellent video!
Brilliant
Why am I here? GameStop MOASS incoming