Writer & Poet: Learning life’s lessons in the classroom of pain and writing them down for others to gain.
Like so many people, when I first came across The Enneagram, my mind was completely blown. Suddenly I had an incredible tool that helped me understand both myself and others, while gently inviting me towards emotional and personal growth.
We labored long and hard beneath the scorching midday-sun Constructing a sandcastle that would never be outdone, With towers reaching to the sky and turrets just as grand
Dearly beloved, We gather here today to mourn the passing of our friend And though I know your hearts are torn at his untimely end
Sitting around the lunch room table at work, the usual banter and lighthearted chatter ensued. It consisted mainly of complaining about the workload, whining about this manager or that manager and ribbing each other for the foibles we have or the various mishaps that occur at work — all friendly, of course. Politics and religion aren’t discussed.
When I was 17 years old, I acquired my first position as a simple supermarket shop assistant. I was excited about the prospect of earning a wage but equally naive about the dynamics of the workplace.
I sat around the campfire with a group of young guys on the last night of summer camp. I soaked in the sights, the sounds and the smells. I love campfires, but, to me, there is nothing uncommon about sitting around a fire.