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    Oklahoma City Memorial – Tao of the Road Warrior

    During a week in June 2002, after making a personal and public commitment to be mindful and to “smell the roses,” my travels took me toward Oklahoma. I left the Tulsa training, breathing in the beautiful May afternoon as I made my way to Oklahoma City. There were many signs for the Oklahoma City National Memorial. Once again, I fought my litany of excuses in favor of going directly to the hotel: “I’m tired”, “My feet hurt,” “I’d rather watch Frazier,” and “What if I get lost

    Nature’s Symphony – Tao of the Road Warrior

    It is May 14, 2004 and my most recent travels have brought me to an extraordinary retreat center near Asheville, North Carolina. It is 7am and I have three hours before I teach. With a steaming cup of coffee, I sit on the huge porch at the lodge, preparing for my day. At my feet I have a book, two highlighters (a yellow and an orange one), my lessons and this journal. As I work on my presentation, I look up to think and each time I look up, my eyes linger longer and longer.

    One Moment At A Time

    She looked to be only three or four and her disheveled ‘I’ve-been-traveling-all-day hair’ was held by a pink ribbon. A fuzzy jacket and leggings matched what held her ponytail, while her long black eye lashes rested on flawless cheeks as she slept peacefully. [more…]Just watching the scene in front of me was like balm for my restless and weary soul. A good four city tour was nearly over but an extremely delayed flight out of Chicago-O’Hare and a completely broken iPhone had l
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