Bringing Your Inner Leader Out Courageously

Pause. Pause. Can you sense it? A presence. Not yet seen but known.

Sniff. Sniff. Can you smell it? A skin. It's odor?

Crunch. Crunch. Can you hear it?

The soft, snapping, smashing, sound of walking on peanut shells?

It's the elephant.

The one we all know has been . . . in the room.

In our head.

There.

Here.

Now and then.

Around us and within us and those near form us and, far from us

It's the elephant.

The one hiding, in plain sight.

It's there. Where we collectively are.

We sense the presence of something not right. In us. In others.

A smell of thinness in the air around the world around us.

A fragrance of fragility,

A wafting of insecurity, of a thinly spreading doubt of ability.

A questioning of capacity.

The flat perfumed whiffs of uncertainty.

A nose of a complex brew of dried herbs of compounding complexity.

Subtle top notes of fragile fragmentation, alienation comingled with isolation in the air around us.

A lingering lack of safety, security, stability, and signs of numbness It's hoppy hints of malt-like sadness and hazy IPA-like depression.

We hear from footsteps stepping past us, human pressures, visible anxiety, and invisible anonymity.

We can be courageous.

We can see the honor in the struggle. Not the burden of the trials.

We can choose acceptance over anger, Tolerance over separation.

We can be courageous.

We can look and see signs of emerging future freedoms becoming. Richer reaching, opening, and allowing, emerging possibilities of us to reveal ourselves.

Can burdens be invitations to discover how freedom can be?

Can we glimpse who we can become as we become fuller rather than thinner?

Psychic powers are not needed here.

Mediums, Gypsies, Gurus, Rabbis, Rainmakers, Soothsayers, Priests - need not apply here.

Just for us to apply here, our strength to see how you /me /we can be, given how things be today.

We can see the empowering reality of allowing what's possible to be - to be.

Courage to believe.

Courage to be.

Courage to see, act, feel.

Suffering is not a destination.

More a passage into fulfillment.

Compassionately, Individually. Collectively.

Personally. Professionally. Humanity.