Gazing through a jet window streaming sunlight and sapphire horizon. Bags packed. Handouts printed. I smile watching the tarmac begin to slip away. The intrigue of irony dawns. One of the talks I’ll offer this weekend challenges us to let our feet leave the ground. I remember the first time I flew. My heart raced with both exhilaration and apprehension. What if in such moments we allow our fear of...

This weekend I smiled into an azure sky jeweled with tender pink blossoms. Spring comes, opening new life. The sweet fragrance of growth reminded me of my words for the year. Turn the page. Turn to new. Turn to growth. Turn to dreams. Turn to daring. Turn the page. Write the next chapter. Live in the journey. The last few days of February are about to slip away and with...