Russellings of the Spirit

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  • Making Connections

    At the tender age of 12, my mom and dad sent me to summer camp. Pretty standard stuff for a 12-year-old, right? Except at the time, we lived just outside of Columbus, Ohio and this camp was in the beautiful,… Continue reading

  • Fitting In

    Joan looked me up and down, the slightest traces of disdain visible in the corners of her eyes. “That’s dorky,” she finally said. “What?” I asked, genuinely unsure what in the world she might be referring to. “What you’re wearing,”… Continue reading

  • Something from Nothing

    For some time now I have had a soft spot in my heart for entrepreneurs. Take Frederick W. Smith, for example. While a student in the business school at Yale University, Smith wrote a paper that outlined a wacky idea… Continue reading

  • Wintering

    Good morning and happy V-Day from frigid Fort Collins, Colorado. Joan and I woke up to a nippy minus seven degrees Fahrenheit this morning… headed for a daytime high of zero and a nighttime low later of -17. Yes, you… Continue reading

  • A Flickering Beacon

    The lines are drawn. The boundaries are set. Deep trenches have been dug.  Walls, moats, and impenetrable barriers have been set up. Razor wire traces curlicues across the top of our parapets. Each side glares across no man’s land at… Continue reading

  • Successful Musings

    It’s funny, the way it happens; I hear a random word on the radio and ZIP! ZAP! ZOOM! the wheels start their wild spinning, leading me off into strange and interesting (and hopefully productive) places.  The word I heard yesterday was SUCCESS. I… Continue reading

  • RED SUNDAY

    Greetings, friends. As some of you are aware, it is SUPER BOWL SUNDAY here in the U.S.  For others, the above phrase might as well have been spoken in a completely foreign language.  In case you are wondering, the SUPER… Continue reading

  • Between the Now and the Not Yet

    “You’ve got POTENTIAL!” It’s a phrase that sounds positive, encouraging, and bright. But anyone who has ever been on the receiving end of this will recognize it for the curse it truly is: a phrase fiendishly designed to suck the wind right out… Continue reading

  • Should we be nice?

    Today, while taking the dogs for a walk in the park, I saw a hand-painted sign leaning against a fence. It was big… probably four feet high and six feet wide. Every letter on the sign was painted a different… Continue reading

  • It’s Excavation Time

    My friend chuckled. “Sure, I’ve been wrong before,” he said. “I think the last time was in 1993.” He then winked and added, “… but I could be wrong about that.” And although he meant it as a joke, I… Continue reading