You're Already There

Reference:Christine Kane - You're Already There

I have 29.5 years in a large corporation, and I still find myself wondering from time to time when I will have a "successful career". Over the course of the last couple of years I have come to understand that the focus of my career needs to be generativity. The best thing to do is to build the people around me and the people I can reach into better people, and have faith that they will take care of what has been, to this point, my life's work.

Kokopelli invented "you're not THERE" to trick us all into believing we need to be some time else, or someone else, or some size else, or ... you get the picture. You can never should have done something. Waiting until you're THERE robs you of NOW.

There is an add on television (yes, I still watch, mindfully) that shows people in several conference rooms, considering new strategies. Each group uses, "What would the guys at the other company do?" to spur their thinking. The series of scenes goes from small company to large, and finally the large company points back to the first two person company and says, "What would the guys at THAT company do?" While you are busy admiring other people and looking to be inspired, others are looking at you and thinking, "I wish I could be THERE, where she is."

This is the story of "It's a Wonderful Life". If you can be present and realize that you ARE, and then look around you at the lives you touch, you will know that there is no THERE to get to.

News from The Independent

The Independent is one of the very local newspapers serving our area. We thought we would share some of the really good stories. The best story to share was about the miscreant boys putting frogs in cars in the town of Ancram. It was a terrible crime wave. We saved the story, and when we find it again, we'll post it. This week's news: Cibus the rooster.

The story, on the front page, begins by describing life in rural Columbia County as idilic with, "...more encounters with cows than people..." It continues, "Somewhere along the way, things changed in the Land of Rural Charm..." and then begins to tell the story of Cibus the rooster who, "... Just over a year old, his young chicken life has been stuffed with trauma and crime... "

Please, please, please read the Full Story

be well

All the Dens Know

The Dens all know the lore. The stories are told at the Puppy Parties and Teddy Bear Picnics about how to be real. To be real, you have to be loved. Your people have to believe. They have to want to hear you.

Some bears just go on with their lives, sleeping all winter, and eating all summer. They have heard the stories and they know that being real is supposed to feel good. But, nobody knows anybody who became real. So they sit from day to day, talking with each other when they can, waiting for the picnics, not really believing. Oh, they told the stories and they said they believed, but ... really!

Sandy knew it was more than just a good story. And she knew it took more than hearing the story or telling it. She set her mind to the picture every day of being with people, her people. She thought of every detail. What the house would look like, and the table, and the bed. And with that thought very clear to her, what she had to do also became clear.

Sandy straightened the bow at her neck and blinked very hard. It was January and most of her cousins were in a deep sleep. It was that time of year. She fought through the sleep to make herself ready because the store would open soon.

Sandy had struggled to get to the top of the pile of bears that looked just like her, and the boy with the tattoos and the ring through his nose had put her at the front of the Valentines Day book display. She wished she could wash her face again, but it had taken a long time to get to the coffee shop in the store where the water was. Yesterday, she almost didn't get back in time.

Now she sat with the first stack of gift books on the table. She watched the people come in and made an effort again not to doze off. If she fell asleep now, she could not make eye contact, and she might not get someone to take her home. That was her dream. A home. People who understood.