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Cowgirls vs. Creativity Assassins: It’s Time...

What do you want to be when you grow up?” I recently asked a five year-old girl. “A cowgirl,” she said without missing a beat. “So I can ride cows.” “I know the word ‘cowgirl’ must be confusing,” I explained with a laugh, “but cowgirls actually ride horses.” “I know,” she said. “Not me. I want to ride cows.” “Tell me more,” I said after a brief pause. “Why cows instead of...

I am Strong: The Power of Positive Thinking...

Here’s a little experiment for you to try with a partner. First, ask your partner to raise his arm to the length of his shoulder and extend it out to his side. (Make sure there aren’t any medical issues in this arm or shoulder).  Stand behind your partner and ask him to say this phrase aloud five times: “I am strong.” After he says the phrase five times, press your wrist down on his forearm. Tell him to resist...

Wax, Weirdness, and What Makes Us Wonderful...

I confess – I’m a slob.   Well, maybe slob is too strong a word.  Maybe the word I’m looking for is messy.  Mildly… no, moderately messy.  Maybe there’s even a politically correct term for it.  Organizationally challenged?   All I know is that once I reached adulthood and no longer had parents to force me to clean my room, my surroundings have been a mess ever since.  Don’t get me wrong – I love...

Chickens, Loving Intention, and my Sparky Middle F...

The middle finger of my left hand now has a nickname.   Sparky.   This nickname was acquired a few weekends ago when I took a two-day class in energy healing.  I’d heard of this energy healing stuff before, but hadn’t put a lot of thought into it. Upon an invitation from a friend who was serving as one of the instructors, I decided to give it a try.   Bright and early on a Saturday morning, I was joined...