There Is Still Beauty In The World

 

First In Leadership Series

Hotel Business Magazine has published my blurb about Portland’s Nines Hotel. This is the first of my articles on leadership in commerce in the COVID era
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I can't Imagine

Here is a little bit of trivia you may not know about me. At one point (about 2 or so years ago) I thought about a career change. So I joined the State of Oregon as a means to transfer through to CPS/DHS before we knew how bad Child Protective Services was in Oregon.

I worked at The Oregon Unemployment office. Yep the very same one that adjudicates and processes your unemployment claims every week. We worked in an uber secure badge-in building. While we were there, a super flu raged it's way through the staff, affecting and infecting everyone. It was merciless. That was the most violent flu I'd had since the 2007 flu that we thought might be H1N1 (I worked in addiction and homeless prevention back then)

I simply cannot fathom what it is like for them right now. Millions of claims. There is no way their current staff can handle it, so I'm sure they are on this super intense training curve. This is not something you can just 'train' for lightly. This is beyond complex. This requires knowledge of handling vital records, you have to know insane amounts of Oregon statutes and BOLI law. You are subjected to the worst kind of emotional trauma out there. There is nothing worse than hearing a father of four begin to cry on the phone after hearing that he ran through all of his benefits for the year, while flailing though pages and pages and resources to give to him to try to keep their family afloat. There is nothing worse than seeing some savy mo-fo defraud the system, you know damn well he's working under the table in construction but continues to claim for max benefits. You think about that poor father of four. The only thing that kept me sane was a sassy, quiet, intellect named Heather. She became my best friend there and is still my tribe now. We survived by quietly trolling the waves of ridiculousness that surrounded us each day and imagining that the truly poor families that left us heartbroken would one day become the titans of their fields. She nicknamed me 'trouble'.

As COVID-19 begins to break down and carve out a new reality for us, I hear the dire news segments and I read the articles about the massive unemployment that has befallen our nation. I hear hundreds of worried petitions from friends online about their fear, their inability to get through to the OED offices. I attempt to wrap my head around the other side of it. I cannot even begin to imagine what it must be like for the OED now. I try to envision and make sense of the chaos I know that ensuing there now. I wonder about the recovery time it will take to stabilize this bureau as well. I’ve been thinking quite a lot about recovery time. I just can’t imagine.

Tea of Tranquility

As everything hangs in the balance, we look for comfort

Today marks the end of week four. Four weeks of the highest intensity, four weeks of everything hanging as high up in the air as possible. Hanging in tenuous balance. Four weeks of learning what it is truly like to be powerless. For the last three and a half years my life had taken on a strange position. It was a position of firsts. I experienced a series of events that I was not in a position to control. It was the first time in my own life that I experienced this type of helplessness, this powerlessness. I wonder, really wonder if it was training ground for dealing with this Pandemic.
Last evening, among all else that I am made to witness here, that we are made to endure, I witnessed a violent accident of a young kid speeding down Pac Hwy with another driver (racing), he lost control of his vehicle and hit the power pole serving our neighborhood. We lost power for the evening. I drove home from the epicenter of the accident to a darkened house. I lit a candle, gave up the ghost and went to bed. This morning, I realize that four weeks of intensity has it’s bearings on a human. Yes, I run during the day to brush off excess anxiety, I take my vitamins, I get sleep, but these old time remedies are proving to be a small gesture in the crested wave of the most powerful intensity I’ve ever felt in my life. I dig out my old Tea of Tranquility recipe. I am hoping against hope that this day truly marks the beginning of making all things new. Begin Again

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Person of The Year Indeed #beautifulfaces

If there ever was a photo that summed up Nature’s attitude toward us at the moment:


तिहार Kukur Tihar


 

Tihar (Nepali: तिहार), is a five-day-long Hindu festival celebrated primarily in Nepal and some parts of India such as Darjeeling district, Kalimpong district, Sikkim, and Assam. It is the festival of lights, , the festival begins with Kaag Tihar in Trayodashi of Kartik Krishna Paksha and ends with Bhai Tika in Dwitiya of Kartik Sukla Paksha every year.

The festival is prayer and homage to elders and gods, but also to animals such as crows, dogs, and cows that have long lived in relationship with humans. Grace and I celebrate day two Kukur Tihar, prayer to dogs for appreciation in their companionship.

Angels In America, continued

Neighbors we see around town every now and then attending the street fair on Main Street. It struck me today when I saw them, the sight of their little boy clutching the American flag with determination. His grandmother instilling in her generations a sense of loyalty and respect for this nation. They work their asses off for this nation. They spend their hard earned money on the little shops on Main Street every year, helping to keep them open. I wish this nation's loyalty was returned to them. The daughter is doing an essay about this at school, I sent her this image