Linchpin

During my vacation in Mexico in March and spring break from graduate school, I had a chance to read “Linchpin” by Seth Godin, an essential read for anyone in the workforce today but especially for marketing professionals. The concepts that anyone can be an artist with work that brings about change, to be aware of our “lizard brain” and our higher mental abilities as well as the powerful exchange of gifts to bring abundance are wonderful to me. Mr. Godin gives relevant examples of these concepts in play during his professional and personal life that really bring home the concept of the linchpin as an indispensable force vital to her industry, society and team. If you have a chance I encourage everyone to give this book a read.

Riviera Maya

3/21/17

Los pájaros el la mañana

son muy sonoros

negro, feliz, libre.

Ellos me dicen, bienvenidos!

Me turno a mi amor en la cama

le beso en su frente y

cierro mis ojos y escucho.

La espuma cae sobre las rocas en la playa

se parece una baila.

La sal en el aire y en mi piel

todos crean mis sueños

como una madre crea amor

por sus hijos.

Mis manos, mi cuerpo nada

en el cálido mar, agua turquesa

me rodea.

Me sentí tranquila, cansada pero

contenta, áspero pero suave,

como una concha lava del olas

del mar, cambió, bonita, único.

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The birds in the morning

are very sonorous

black, happy, free.

They tell me, welcome!

I turn to my love in the bed

I kiss him on his forehead and

I close my eyes and listen.

The foam falls about the rocks on the beach

it looks like a dance.

The salt in the air, on my skin

all create my dreams

like a mother creates love

for her children.

My hands, my body swims

in the warm ocean, aqua blue water

surrounds me.

I felt calm, tired but

content, rough but smooth

like a sea shell washed by the waves

of the sea, changed, pretty, unique.

Be the snow

2/23/17

I want to walk among the

snowflakes and just be.

Adopt floating feelings

not fleeing just seeing.

Follow their directions into

new resurrections when

the wind picks up

ushering fractals into

space or ground to melt.

Let me melt like them into

this sphere and feel the love

so temporary, the heart knows.

This snow is telling,

quiet flurries that mirror life.

Don’t wish it away,

here & now, let’s stay.