Wednesday, October 21, 2009

Invitation To Connect

Today I had lunch with a former colleague who found me on LinkedIn. I remembered her fondly and was happy to accept her invitation to connect as well as to exchange current contact information. She invited me to lunch and we agreed upon a date.
Funny, upon receipt of her initial invitation, I had that feeling inside my soul that this connection, or reconnection was not only in my best interest, but was right.

After going to the wrong restaurant, there are two of them here, I arrived at the restaurant and we greeted one another as if we'd just seen each other last month, and not a year and half ago. My soul spoke: "She is good and this is right".
Over chicken salad and corn bread with my favorite, peach lemonade, we casually caught up with one another. Chatting about the economy and unemployment (they are a tag team), families, kids and motherhood, we shared laughs and inspiration. We talked of our former employer and that brought about an eruption of laughter, entertainment careers provide some of the best narrative and it's all true!

She was genuinely interested in hearing about me since my being laid off, expressed her utter surprise and disappointment upon learning the news and confirmed her good will towards me.
As our conversation continued, we both spoke of an opportunity that would allow for the use of my experience, knowledge and relationships as well as include some others who might be happy to share their expertise in building this project. My spirit spoke: "This is another opportunity...this is right".

As we were waiting for the check she said: "You have to be involved in making this happen. You are the inspiration for it."

Driving to my next meeting, I had one thought and I share it here: Don't ignore that "Invitation To Connect", you don't know what's on the other side of it.





Monday, October 12, 2009

The Vision of Sight

I’ve been thinking….


Comfortably we live our entire lives looking through murky lens. Only in moments of honest reflection, are we able to receive to our individual gifts of sight. Sadly, these moments are fleeting, and it is rare when the mind, body and spirit are in concert creating a renewed vision of pure clarity and comprehension. We seem determined to be imprisoned by our false delusions. We despair, dismissing our periods of reflection and the revelations made truth. Sight remains, dormant and searching for the clarifying opening.


Age, culture, religion, economic status, sexual orientation, geography nor gender are prerequisites for visual clarity. A life of sacrifice and service or crime and punishment have the vision of sight in common. For each, that moment of definition, when it occurs will provide a platform of opportunity as they go forward. Both will profoundly experience that sight is infinitely more powerful than seeing, impacting the progression of their lives. Do you see?


As I travel along what I affectionately call my "path of challenges", it has been my profound joy and pain to learn that my sight has acutely affected my seeing going forward. The sight of my journey has allowed a glimpse of the use of my mind and reasoning in service, my body's nourishment in substance and science to insure my safe arrival and that my spirit receive the proper instruction to remain in divine order to keep me in peace, grace and faith.


I am conscious that seeing is not sight, and welcome the sight of my completed yesterdays, the urgency of all my today’s and the uncertainty of my tomorrows. My vision unblemished and my sight is good too. Be true to you, who you are and who you will become, quietly, embrace your sight.


How’s your vision? Post color correction, I'm better.







Saturday, October 10, 2009

Nobel and Profound Recognition

"For those of you still wondering if Obama has earned the Nobel Prize, please read Martin Luther King's Nobel Prize Acceptance Speech" - Donna Brazile (American author, educator and political pundit)


The debate will rage on throughout various parts of the country and world as to the legitimacy of honoring our 44th President, Barack Obama, with the Nobel Peace Prize, is premature or justified.

I am attaching a copy of Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr's. Acceptance Speech of the Nobel Peace Prize from 1964 as delivered in Oslo, Norway for your reading as well. This speech has served as a truth reminder for me and inspiration to continue my journey of achievement, service and equality.
I welcome your comments as always.


Martin Luther King Jr. thumb picture

Martin Luther King Jr.

The Nobel Peace Prize 1964

Acceptance Speech

Martin Luther King's Acceptance Speech, on the occasion of the award of the Nobel Peace Prize in Oslo, December 10, 1964

Your Majesty, Your Royal Highness, Mr. President, Excellencies, Ladies and Gentlemen:

I accept the Nobel Prize for Peace at a moment when 22 million Negroes of the United States of America are engaged in a creative battle to end the long night of racial injustice. I accept this award on behalf of a civil rights movement which is moving with determination and a majestic scorn for risk and danger to establish a reign of freedom and a rule of justice. I am mindful that only yesterday in Birmingham, Alabama, our children, crying out for brotherhood, were answered with fire hoses, snarling dogs and even death. I am mindful that only yesterday in Philadelphia, Mississippi, young people seeking to secure the right to vote were brutalized and murdered. And only yesterday more than 40 houses of worship in the State of Mississippi alone were bombed or burned because they offered a sanctuary to those who would not accept segregation. I am mindful that debilitating and grinding poverty afflicts my people and chains them to the lowest rung of the economic ladder.

Therefore, I must ask why this prize is awarded to a movement which is beleaguered and committed to unrelenting struggle; to a movement which has not won the very peace and brotherhood which is the essence of the Nobel Prize.

After contemplation, I conclude that this award which I receive on behalf of that movement is a profound recognition that nonviolence is the answer to the crucial political and moral question of our time - the need for man to overcome oppression and violence without resorting to violence and oppression. Civilization and violence are antithetical concepts. Negroes of the United States, following the people of India, have demonstrated that nonviolence is not sterile passivity, but a powerful moral force which makes for social transformation. Sooner or later all the people of the world will have to discover a way to live together in peace, and thereby transform this pending cosmic elegy into a creative psalm of brotherhood. If this is to be achieved, man must evolve for all human conflict a method which rejects revenge, aggression and retaliation. The foundation of such a method is love.

The tortuous road which has led from Montgomery, Alabama to Oslo bears witness to this truth. This is a road over which millions of Negroes are travelling to find a new sense of dignity. This same road has opened for all Americans a new era of progress and hope. It has led to a new Civil Rights Bill, and it will, I am convinced, be widened and lengthened into a super highway of justice as Negro and white men in increasing numbers create alliances to overcome their common problems.

I accept this award today with an abiding faith in America and an audacious faith in the future of mankind. I refuse to accept despair as the final response to the ambiguities of history. I refuse to accept the idea that the "isness" of man's present nature makes him morally incapable of reaching up for the eternal "oughtness" that forever confronts him. I refuse to accept the idea that man is mere flotsom and jetsom in the river of life, unable to influence the unfolding events which surround him. I refuse to accept the view that mankind is so tragically bound to the starless midnight of racism and war that the bright daybreak of peace and brotherhood can never become a reality.

I refuse to accept the cynical notion that nation after nation must spiral down a militaristic stairway into the hell of thermonuclear destruction. I believe that unarmed truth and unconditional love will have the final word in reality. This is why right temporarily defeated is stronger than evil triumphant. I believe that even amid today's mortar bursts and whining bullets, there is still hope for a brighter tomorrow. I believe that wounded justice, lying prostrate on the blood-flowing streets of our nations, can be lifted from this dust of shame to reign supreme among the children of men. I have the audacity to believe that peoples everywhere can have three meals a day for their bodies, education and culture for their minds, and dignity, equality and freedom for their spirits. I believe that what self-centered men have torn down men other-centered can build up. I still believe that one day mankind will bow before the altars of God and be crowned triumphant over war and bloodshed, and nonviolent redemptive good will proclaim the rule of the land. "And the lion and the lamb shall lie down together and every man shall sit under his own vine and fig tree and none shall be afraid." I still believe that We Shall overcome!

This faith can give us courage to face the uncertainties of the future. It will give our tired feet new strength as we continue our forward stride toward the city of freedom. When our days become dreary with low-hovering clouds and our nights become darker than a thousand midnights, we will know that we are living in the creative turmoil of a genuine civilization struggling to be born.

Today I come to Oslo as a trustee, inspired and with renewed dedication to humanity. I accept this prize on behalf of all men who love peace and brotherhood. I say I come as a trustee, for in the depths of my heart I am aware that this prize is much more than an honor to me personally.

Every time I take a flight, I am always mindful of the many people who make a successful journey possible - the known pilots and the unknown ground crew.

So you honor the dedicated pilots of our struggle who have sat at the controls as the freedom movement soared into orbit. You honor, once again, Chief Lutuli of South Africa, whose struggles with and for his people, are still met with the most brutal expression of man's inhumanity to man. You honor the ground crew without whose labor and sacrifices the jet flights to freedom could never have left the earth. Most of these people will never make the headline and their names will not appear in Who's Who. Yet when years have rolled past and when the blazing light of truth is focused on this marvellous age in which we live - men and women will know and children will be taught that we have a finer land, a better people, a more noble civilization - because these humble children of God were willing to suffer for righteousness' sake.

I think Alfred Nobel would know what I mean when I say that I accept this award in the spirit of a curator of some precious heirloom which he holds in trust for its true owners - all those to whom beauty is truth and truth beauty - and in whose eyes the beauty of genuine brotherhood and peace is more precious than diamonds or silver or gold.

From Les Prix Nobel en 1964, Editor Göran Liljestrand, [Nobel Foundation], Stockholm, 1965

Copyright © The Nobel Foundation 1964

Tuesday, October 6, 2009

A Son In Full


On October 9th, each year I celebrate the birth of my son and reflect on what I've learned from him, what we've learned together and praise the man that he is fast becoming. This year's lesson: listening.

As we approach his 23rd year, I can only marvel that he and I have a relationship that has weathered the storms from husbands, girlfriends, boyfriends, friends, some family members and recently, employment. We are family and friends. As I sit and type this salute, I'm thinking back to the morning of his arrival , at 11:11am, 6 pounds and 7 ounces, , clean and smooth. He was all arms and legs, kicking and screaming, and I wanted to scream too. I didn't, he stopped crying, and instead acquainted ourselves with one another -- and then grew up together.

The years flew by, school for him, work for me and then before I knew it, his high school graduation. In the meantime though, there was the Tooth Fairy, Valentines Day, April Fools and St. Patrick's Day. Trips to Chicago, Seattle, New York, Atlanta and other places. He humored me as I celebrated each holiday , and treasured that Christmas holidays and his birthday were my personal blackout dates - no travel,or work, and each holiday and birthdate a fond memory that he recites with affection.

As he plans his own celebrations for his upcoming birthday, I am in awe of the person he's chosen to be, the intellect that cannot be contained, envious of the wit and charm that are so natural to him, appreciative of his friendship and respectful of his opinions. He has defied all the negative statistics and has become an exception to the rule and he's just getting started.

His name reflects my thinking at his birth, my son, my name, he is Jason, or if you will, J's son.
He is a son in full...honest, charming, sincere, creative and wise . Happy Birthday Jason...you are my Favor8Son and I love you!