Essay 4.11 | Footprints in the Sand


A former CMO once told me he had a quiet way of judging meetings. He listened for how much of the conversation was about the past and how much was about the future. The present, he said, was implicit: the decision in front of us, the issue on the table, the work to be done…
Essay 1.1 | Acts of Humanity “My Humanity Is Bound Up in Yours,For We Can Only Be Human Together.” Desmond Tutu Grand Central is one of those places that seems less like a building than a living organism. On a normal day, it holds a choreography of commuters, tourists, vendors, workers, police officers, families, students,…
Take an ordinary object: a plastic banana, a chipped horseshoe, a small trinket you might pass at a thrift store without a second glance. On its own, it is almost worthless. Add a story, and something changes. The object has a past. It has a human connection. It becomes a little vessel of meaning. That…
In the musical Brigadoon, a village appears in the Scottish mist for one day every hundred years. For that single day, it is complete: people, streets, rituals, love, danger, memory, and song. Then it disappears again. That has always felt like one of the best metaphors for events. Before a great gathering, there is silence….
We have all been in the meeting that ends in applause and changes nothing. We have all seen the conference that dazzles for a day and disappears by Monday. The lights were right. The room was full. The slides were polished. And still, somehow, nothing moved. That is because real change does not happen through…
Every event has a cast, whether or not anyone calls it that. A board meeting has a cast. A fundraiser has a cast. A worship service has a cast. A customer conference has a cast. Someone is hosting. Someone is guiding. Someone is explaining. Someone is carrying the emotional weight. Someone is trusted. Someone is…