The images of the stone sculptures I build and photograph on my Vermont farm are, more than anything else, symbols of my work in the world. Symbols of friendship, you might say. I help others take whatever life presents and create beauty, health and meaning––for themselves and their organizations.
The same can be said for my essays, My Two Cents. They are offerings to us odd socks who are willing to entertain the possibility that everything is a gift. That willingness can transform our every preference, opinion and choice. Imagine the power of moving beyond, if only for a moment now and again, the great human craziness of believing that people and circumstances outside ourselves are responsible for our happiness. That belief, which we all struggle with, may be the single biggest cause of human misery––and thus the biggest obstacle to effective leadership.
