Category Archives: Affirmation

I AM WHAT I YAM

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“Do you ever feel like a comic strip character?” This was the topic of conversation at lunch with a friend last week.

“My secret self is Olive Oyl; who are you?”

When I first approached this train of thought, I was alone at my desk, wondering what I wanted to write about and the thought crossed my mind about playing cops and robbers as a boy. Or Cowboys and Indians. Or Alley Oop.

So who am I when I make that first call to a prospect or when I answer a call from a troubled client or write up an order for my favorite customer?

What hat am I wearing when I ask a lady for a dinner date?

Is there a cape in my imaginary closet?

A sword?

A turned around collar?

A Wonder Woman swim suit?

 

Our lives begin with affirmation.

By the time we are eighteen months old we have mastered the challenge of scientific observation and established our most basic methods of coping with fear. We know to act innocent or guilty, we are aggressive or pleasant, we push and we pull.

For the next couple of decades we will be creating our personas, aping lines from songs, the latest styles and speech patterns and our most private thoughts will be linked somehow to the need for approval either for protection from violence or for good vibrations as saluted by Mike Love in the sixties.

And if from all of this there emerges a goal for defining our true selves chances are we shall all benefit from this, including the servant.

If that goal is totally self-serving everyone wins but the servant.

This is a time of year where we all join hands.

Accept the Love and Pass it On.

THE CORK AND THE DORK WITH THE FORK

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THE CORK AND THE DORK WITH THE FORK

Like a cork in the ocean

His ego at sea

Is awash with the egos of all except he

Asplash and awash

With the crusty brine

Asplash and awash

From the wishes of thine…

 

We pretend we are the masters of our destiny but our awareness is like that of the cork, beset and bewildered by the splash-back of the ill-perceived storage of  myriad events and conversations.

Masters? No.

Responsible? Yes.

Some say Pray; some say Focus; others Affirm. But most of us appear to Ignore…

And…

Some prefer to take a stab at them all.

Gimme a fork, will ya please?

I’m ill at ease…

And he sneezed

He made a really big mess, he did…

But all that mucosa got lost in the briny and no one ever knew.

I wonder what he intended to do with that fork…

 

 

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BROTHER HOGAN’S HEROS.

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Photography Olivia Newton John

 

Brother Lawrence Hogan was a  man of great influence and a man of even greater kindness. In the rooms he was just Larry. To those who knew him he was the kind of guy that Robert Ludlum modeled his lead characters after. But unlike the dashing,  Ludlumesque heroes, Larry’s stories were true.

Without Brother Lawrence’s powers of political persuasion for example, the Franciscan Renewal Center would still be a getaway for those with something to hide. It would still be a resort owned by underworld figures.

And because of Larry I learned to mingle with the Rich and Famous. And because of Larry I now have stories to tell and ideas to sell.
And because of Larry and others like him I can do what I do without a drink in my hand.

But perhaps the most important thing that my friend ever taught me was how to be a man.

When he was in his early seventies it was decided by Church Superiors that he was no longer useful and that it was time to enter a nursing home.

I helped him to dispose of what few material goods he still had; in his late forties he had already given his millions to The Church, resigned his post with the United States Diplomatic Corps and entered into service as a Franciscan Friar. His Windsor knot was replaced by a Brotherly Bolo tie, his Washington  D. C. black striped  suit by a large brown bag and a rope around his middle.

Larry planned every detail of his transition from being needed to not;  when I finally delivered him curbside to the Catholic Institution that was to become responsible for his care he was greeted with the pomp and propriety one would expect for a Bishop or better.

Life as he knew it ended for Brother Lawrence the moment he passed through the portal of his new home.

Within days Brother Lawrence Hogan lost his mind.

Within days Brother Lawrence Hogan lost his life.

As one of Brother Hogan’s Heroes  what did I learn from his last lesson?

When those around me start regarding me as a service committment perhaps it is time to re-evaluate.

Am I serving others or myself?

Am I at peace with myself?

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I YAM WHAT I YAM

Lee_Broom

Do you ever feel like a comic strip character?” This was the topic of conversation at lunch with a friend last week.

“My secret self is Olive Oyl; who are you?”

When I first approached this train of thought, I was alone at my desk, wondering what I wanted to write about and the thought crossed my mind about playing cops and robbers as a boy. Or Cowboys and Indians. Or Alley Oop.

So who am I when I make that first call to a prospect or when I answer a call from a troubled client or write up an order for my favorite customer?

What hat am I wearing when I ask a lady for a dinner date?

Is there a cape in my imaginary closet?

A sword?

A turned around collar?

A Wonder Woman swim suit?

Our lives begin with affirmation.

By the time we are eighteen months old we have mastered the challenge of scientific observation and established our most basic methods of coping with fear. We know to act innocent or guilty, we are aggressive or pleasant, we push and we pull.

For the next couple of decades we will be creating our personas, aping lines from songs, the latest styles and speech patterns and our most private thoughts will be linked somehow to the need for approval either for protection from violence or for good vibrations as saluted by Mike Love in the sixties.

And if from all of this there emerges a goal for defining our true selves chances are we shall all benefit from this, including the servant.

If that goal is totally self-serving everyone wins but the servant.

This is a time of year where we all join hands.

Accept the Love and Pass it On.

DREAD

 Lee_Broom

To all you CSRs, TSRs and happily at-your-desk-and-rarin’-t-go Account Managers, here’s a little smiley to lighten your load.

 

DREAD

by Lee Broom

 

Dread is the collection of years and years of affirming that first awareness, which led to the first thought which led to the first ought which was bought by a few and happily ignored by most as the postor stood by his post and marked his territory.

So there.