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Prairie Child

on November 01, 2015

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The Flamingo Project

My relationship with words is my voice. The safe place where no one judges me. Where I don't judge me. I know I smiled too much to keep it down. I know my smile kept me silent because I was afraid and when I could no longer smile, I cried and cried and cried for months. I retreated. I am still retreating. I find ways to hide. To stay inside. Where I don't have to smile to make others comfortable. My first book about "How to be a Pink Flamingo in a Brown Duck Pond" is near completion. The writing process is now concluded with some details yet to be finalized. The book is about leadership, and how to stand up and stand out when it matters most. It is a comeback story about how to live in one's true colors in a world that would rather we just blend in, fade to white and disappear. This is the book that I hope CEOs read and take to heart. I hope it is the book that all employers read, including government, and make employee experience a priority. I hope it ...

Practicing in the Wind

I recently read that fall is the season governed by the Ayurvedic vata dosha . I don't pretend to understand the ancient art and science of yoga. I am a student of yoga. So I am learning. But when I read about the winds of a vata -induced tailspin that takes one away from the centre and throws one out of balance, I could relate. Vata Dosha governs movement in the body. It controls blood flow, elimination of wastes, breathing and movement of thoughts across the mind. Our daughter and son-in-law recently welcomed a beautiful baby boy into the world. My special name for him is "King." As in King of the Jungle. I think of the song, the "Lion sleeps tonight" when he finally falls asleep. He is a big boy, born at 10 pounds, 1 ounce, but he is a newborn. So his challenges are many. Born only 11 days ago, his life on the outside is consumed with how to get enough of his food source that was literally delivered to him on demand on the inside. W...

Learning to Dance Again

I recently met a flamingo who has temporarily lost the will to dance. I found her afraid and lost, wandering and frustrated, trapped inside a cage of self -doubt and questioning. She had been a successful flamingo. Her resume of accomplishments well documented and well supported. She was a leader who led with compassion. She could create a vision and plans to get there. She built her resume managing, maneuvering and navigating the ponds of the ruling duck-tators. She had become adept at managing the most caustic of environments, and in fact, flourishing and stepping up to the plate when her duck counterparts scattered for the weeds at the first sign of trouble. The fact is, she is not alone. The burden of this stress weighs heavily upon many of us. We put all of our energy into making the business successful, to the death. In the throws of war, we don't realize that we are literally being consumed - eaten alive - by the situation. Flamingos are not weak beings. ...

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