17 Years Later

I write to breathe. I write to speak to my future self. Oh oh. That sounds like a freak story. I love leaving bread crumbs to a past that I know I can't change. But somewhere within the seasons of change lessons were handed forward.

Who Do You Serve

The food chain of business. When you do what do you daily. Do you know the importance of passing your positive energy forward all the way to the consumer? Sounds odd right? Businesses today are run by bad decision makers and leaders that demand more than they lead. That energy transfers through you straight to the consumer. Business goes down then it infects you again. How can we move away from the negative vibrations of lurking bad boss?

The Lyrics From Billy's Forest Chapter Twenty Three

I am a Poet. One that happens to write in a forest. As of late. I've been called to a very special circle of trees at the Billy Graham Library in Charlotte, NC. In chapter twenty three we put focus on how God shares his gifts every day. But most people tend to question the arrival. It's hard for them to understand the arrival of a blessing. When we question God. We question ourselves. That in itself leads to doubt. And all that was once meant as a new step or beginning. Fades...

What Do You Feel

I've never been a fan of the weatherman. They make us feel guilty that we're 2.5 inches below normal. There's nothing we can do about it. But what happens when our own lives are 2.5 inches below normal energy, desire, dreams and spirituality? Who becomes the proper messenger?

A Game Of Coup

The other morning I spent some time with a man who has written speeches for two U.S. presidents. We got on the subject of God. A conversation. Neither of us go to the same church. Yet we spoke freely about each others beliefs and understandings. But in everyday life it doesn't always move so smooth. It's almost as if churches are wearing jerseys. From the distance it looks like a game of Coup. But doesn't it qualify as such a game when people are getting hurt?

Rey Mysterio

One of the biggest names in the world of professional wrestling. From the WWE to WCW to Lucha Underground. Business is good when the kicks, spins and body slams are designed to ignite excitement. From the iHeart Radio Studio I'm Unplugged and Totally Uncut with the legendary Rey Mysterio. Rey Mysterio Puts His Skills to the Test in Lucha Underground -- TV's Most Dramatic, Action-Packed, High-Flying Professional Wrestling Show -- Now in its Second Season on El Rey Considered one of the greatest wrestlers of all time, Rey Mysterio has helped revolutionize pro-wrestling with his rapid-fire moves and high-flying style. A 25-year ring veteran, Mysterio made his professional debut at the age of 14, and would go on to win 21 titles (between WWE and WCW), giving him icon status among his fellow athletes and fans. Having already beaten the best everywhere else, Mysterio joined Lucha Underground to climb to the top and add another world title to his incredible resume. Ancient tradition, extraordinary athleticism, and a flare for theatrics combine in El Rey Network’s wrestling series, Lucha Underground. The riveting original introduces American audiences to the high-flying aerial maneuvers, slingshot moves, dramatic masks, intricate, rapid-fire combinations and distinctive wrestling techniques of lucha libre, one of Mexico’s most popular sports. Fans have a ringside seat as masked villains and heroes face off to battle for wrestling supremacy. Lucha Underground focuses on the artistry, originality, intense action and over-the-top characters that have come to define this phenomenal fan-favorite.

Sent

I'm always amazed at how powerful other peoples words are. Most don't even know it. Words and wisdom move through each of us. We've been sent to a moment. Then walk away with our heads hung low because we're still missing the one thing we want most in life. If you ask you'll get a list of multiple desires. But what if we changed our view from having done. To doing.

The Lyrics From Billy's Forest Chapter Twenty Two

I am a Poet. I write in a forest. As of late. I've been called to a special collection of trees at the Billy Graham Library in Charlotte, NC. In Chapter Twenty Two we explore the mountains we're forced to climb daily. Only to realize there'll be more tomorrow. And again the next day. How can we locate peace if all we're doing is climbing? These aren't my words. These are the lyrics from Billy's forest.

Being In That Place How Do You Get Back

Solitude. Peace. Being alone. We've all felt it. But how do you get back? I share with you two different creative rivers that know where such a place exists. And each that have journeyed are not wrong with their handwritten behavior. Its your choice to hold the map. Or play the endless daily guessing game. Which usually leads to placing blame on everything but the maker of the experience.

I Ask Because You Dont

I'm not sure what I was like during my terrible twos. I know at 53 I ask a lot of questions. And because I ask so many. When I'm invited to lecture. The first thing I do is open the floor for anyone to bring their questions. Most people don't. And yet... They are in their seats. They could've stayed home or gone to a movie. But beyond my explanation. They elected to stop by to hear someone speak. I start with giving them the opportunity to ask questions.

I Was There I Am Here Now

So many times we learn from the lessons delivered. But never take the time to document the last time you were on this very path. Nothing rots my gut more than hearing someone say, "How many times do I have to tell you?" Documenting the journey isn't about collecting bread crumbs. I was there. I am here now. Isn't an invitation to live in the past. It's a voice from the inside soul that keeps knocking on the door you said would always be open. Your eyes might be. But your dreams are locked up in a place of unfiltered demand and torture.

The Lyrics From Billy's Forest Chapter Twenty One

I am a Poet. I write in a forest. As of late. I've been called to a special collection of trees at the Billy Graham Library in Charlotte, NC. I never know what I'm going to write. Nor do I know what I've written until we meet in this moment on iHeart Radio.

Moving Ahead To Step Back

I'm not a fan of moving the hands of time. I get why we do it. We're just trying to keep up with the earth. But wait. If we spring forward in March. Why do we fall back in October? It teaches each of us to have a desire to move but make sure you keep a firm grip on the idea of stepping back to the channels that created the beginning.

Without Banks and Shorelines

We've allowed ourselves to speak our minds. Maybe it's a Facebook or Twitter thing. Either way... the physical presence of what we think is starting to get in the face of others. Is the solution the answer or should we find peace in the awareness of the new beginning. Our outside shell has become a shield. Therefore we are designed to defend.

The Weight Of The Mirror

My entire life. I've stopped and stared at the image in the mirror. It acts as if it knows more than I do. It's been my best friend when nobody else wanted the job. It's held every decision good and bad. The image in the mirror though can't heal a broken heart.

The Writing Selfie

I selfie. Not just pictures. But writing! And it's within those selfie's that I find shock. A lot of new beginnings were talked about before they actually took shape. If more people took the time to write. Like they take pictures. I often wonder if we'd spend less time asking, "What is my purpose?"

The Lyrics From Billy's Forest Chapter Twenty

I am a Poet. One that just happens to write in a forest. As of late. I've been called to a circle of trees at the Billy Graham Library in Charlotte, NC. I never know what I'm going to write. I never know what I've written until we meet in this moment on iHeart Radio.

Beginning Middle Beginning

Too often we put our energized focus on the end rather than the second beginning. Wow... just saying that opens my heart to the idea of. Too many times we realize Jesus is coming a second time without putting focus on the affects of the arrival. In everyday life we want to hurry up and get to the end. Only to realize that there's a revision. We complain about having to take two steps back. Therefore we should train our paths to have a beginning, middle then beginning. I don't believe in ends.

Rivers Rocks And Automatic Rewind

I don't know if its because I'm from Montana. I've always been connected with the natural elements that which makes up our present moment. I've spent my entire life trying to understand the process of growing forward and outward. Writing has always been my guide. This collection of words is very deep and yet its extremely spiritual. Our lives are no different than a river. But how many stones are you collecting to dam raindrops from reaching the ocean?

Any Damn Pen

I am a pen snob. I purchase writing instruments that speak to me. I will rarely use just any damn pen. I have to have a relationship with the tip or nib of the writing instrument. I have to know the inner soul of what's going to carry my thoughts onto the playing field of a physical presence. But on this day. I challenged myself to use any damn pen. Just to see if such an object would create a reason for my creative self to go silent.

Doubting The Doubter To Create Mood Swings

I write each day at 5:30. Some might call me insane. And yet I know for a fact that the desire to be creative actually started 4.5 hours earlier. How often do you shove aside a hidden desire for such a long period of time? By the time I roll out of bed and put a writing instrument in my hand. That creative side of my personality is upset. It had to wait a very long time to dump thoughts onto a page. And with that creative mind he's got a bully for a buddy. The Doubter...

The Lyrics From Billy's Forest Chapter Nineteen

I am a Poet. One that happens to write in a forest. As of late. I've been called to sit within a collection of trees at the Billy Graham Library in Charlotte, NC. In Chapter Nineteen. We begin by talking about the way we walk. We lean. Why do we lean? What is it that we're dodging?