the word, changed
when I draw this word in the sand, it changed with the time, the softening wind and the tides -- the movement of the world changed that story told, finger in sand. And story became something wondrously new and alive -- until: it vanished. "I wrote the same, but different words." P A S S A L O N G W I T H C A R E There's a story, that's in the story, that is the new story, that could be another story, that is yet another story. In the word, rightly spoken, a string of facts becomes miracle in...
THE MARK
THE DEVICE, THE MESSAGE & THE COMMUNITY While I'm working in Vancouver, I'm looking at a sign, part of one -- and a message. It's not the whole sign, but there is a telling in what remains. I'm thinking about the label -- the mark, the story, the message. As the strategist of design in brand, the passionate storytelling of enterprise and product, it's always the legendary telling, the character of the product(ion,) that draws the community to the relationship -- and it's the mark that...
WOULD YOU LOVE ME?
I'M WALKING, AND LOOKING AT SIGNS OF LOVE. Love signs, and signs of love. There are signs of love -- it's that heat, the blush, the rush of connection and relating -- that "relating" is this, the carrying of a story that becomes heat, passion and the flushing brush of the bird's wing of wild joy. That abandon, that's one of the signs of love. It's a reeling. Love reels, wheeling in the mind and memory of... Love -- reels in. You. Love signs in the sigh, of the shadow of a building (hidden, it...
HOLDING LIGHT
LOVING, THAT LIGHT In the emergence of Dawn, the day aroused, there might be a moment to grasp the light. Hold fast, that beginning. I see that as a metaphor -- how to grasp, and hold firm, gently, in hand and mind, the day. I awake in the dark, but I'm always looking for the light. Spying out, the long horizon, the ridged teeth of the Cascades, the shimmering trees -- the plains casting the dust of morninglight, or the vaulting sky, scraped by buildings -- the stretching perspective of the...
THE MISSION
SHOULD THERE BE A PROMISE FOR THE DAY? Someone said, "how come you're always talking about the promise being part of a mission -- what's that mean?" In any work, the idea of defining a mission might be an intention that suggests the spirit of brand, action, direction, actualization. And, in that mission - how, actually, do people "fit" inside of that missioning? Carrying the mission, going out into the world -- surely, zealous -- that's one attribute of enterprise and experience connection....
FORCE(fullness)
THE SENSE OF PUSH. AND PULL. AND PLAY Sometimes, in the strength of the passionate moment, there's a need for force. FORCE ACTIVATES. And force could captivate. Enchantment: As the energy passes through, by your presence, the notation of momentum pushes the layering of that moment, the movement of the instant, and you have to push. Or be pulled, or be cast in the (e)motion of transition. In the hard light, that move is a passing -- the force will keep going, and going, and going. And where...
LIGHTNING STRIKE
THE BRIGHT IDEA IS IT THAT THE GREAT IDEA IS A LIGHTNING STRIKE OR A BUILDING STORM? I was contemplating -- the sequence of brilliant ideas -- how they emerge, the sparking of them. Is it the storm that slowing builds an electrical charge, or could it be the sudden strike of a bolt from the blue. Perhaps both. As I meditate on ideation, I'm seeing that the idea(l) of the sparkling of ideas might come from unconscious circling of challenges, the mind and memory working on the character of a...
MAKING YOUR WAY
ARE YOU? I WONDER if I am. Making my way? Do I truly make, my way? As I'm heading into the mists of the mountains, a great passage is emerging. That might be the actual mountain pass -- it's coming; but then it might be the passing from the wetter clime of the western ridges of the Cascades -- mist to light; to the drier sun casting of the eastern slopes, now that Dawn is coming. Then again, it might be that this ascent, this way that I am going, I'm getting to something new -- there will be...
THE RED DOOR
SIGNALING THE POINT OF ENTRY In Sweden, there is a distinct red that is used in farmhouse buildings. It took a taxi driver, coming in from the country, driving me to Stockholm, to figure it out. What is that red? In fact, most of the farms use the same color, a nearly mythological mineral red, legendarily being derived from the copper mine at Falun, in Dalarna, Sweden. This color is six hundred years old -- originally designed as a palette that would match the reddish hue of bricks. It fell...
THE MEASUREMENT OF FLOW
HOW FLOW WORKS Earlier, I corresponded with Mihaly Csikszentmihalyi, the scholar and author of "Flow." His studies of the concept of flow and the optimal experience are legendarily groundbreaking. I found the idea of the perfected state, the flow state, to be mesmerizing. Surely, each of us in our own way has known this place. Defined: "people are most happy when they are in a state of flow— a state of concentration or complete absorption with the activity at hand and the situation. It is a...