Before a caterpillar can become a butterfly, it must become goo.
Within the cocoon, as the form of the caterpillar totally dissolves, it turns to a liquid that is rich with nutrients and potential. From that goo, the butterfly is formed.

Within the goo are what biologists call imaginal...

There’s a truck turning around in front of my house.
It’s beep-beep-beeping as it backs up, goes forward, backs up, and goes forward – in order to turn around. It performs this beeping pirouette four times an hour . . . all day long. The construction company that building 19...

We had gathered to celebrate our friend’s 60^th birthday. Between sips of chai tea and bites of dhal, I was catching up with the woman sitting next to me. We hadn’t talked in 6 months. She was relating her recent relationship adventures.

“When I met him,” she said,...

When the stock market plunged a few years back, my stock portfolio suffered a serious case of meltdown.
Then, I received more bad news: one of our investments turned out to be a scam. And more money was gone.

I was bummed.
Really bummed.
I was stunned. And angry with myself.
How could I have let...

“The place where people meet to seek the highest -- is holy ground,” was the saying above the stage in the auditorium of my elementary school. (I attended the Ethical Culture School in New York City where the search for meaning, purpose, and justice was introduced in the earliest...

I was riding shotgun (i.e. sitting in the passenger seat) and Aaron, my 22-year-old son, was driving. He had picked me up at the airport and, within minutes, we were weaving in and out of the afternoon traffic.

Up ahead of us the traffic light turned from green to yellow. Aaron gunned the...

When I was in my twenties and recently married, my father-in-law invited me to join him for a Sunday morning golf game. I’d never played a round of real golf only the miniature kind. But, given that I was the hippy-new-son-in-law, how could I say no?

I stepped up to the first tee.
I swung....

Once upon a time, there was a hand.
The hand lived a busy and fulfilling life. Typing. Playing the guitar. Digging in the garden. Tweeting.

Then one day, the hand became hungry.
So, the hand went into the kitchen and grabbed an apple. The hand squeezed the apple. But, that didn’t take away...

I received this email from a coaching client who was interested in being more creative:

“After our talk I have really been noticing how uncreative my workdays are. “

His comment reminded me of something my grandmother used to say. She’d say, “The truth will set you...

Have you ever fallen into the “Yes, but . . .” rut? (I have many, many times).

It starts like this: your colleague or friend says, “I’ve got this problem. I’d like your advice.”
You nod.
They explain the situation. You ask a few more questions and then give them...