The Energy of Persistence

It is no accident that your unique voice is what it is; this is providential. Whatever personal preferences you hold at your core, the energy of your voice flows from a source in the deep waters of who you are.

The morning of this post my eyes opened with thoughts focused on the limo driver brushing snow from the windows after clearing a path from apartment door to my door on his well-worn Cadillac. This was the view from my corporate apartment window. This memory is 20 years old this month and from when I was on a temporary assignment in the Chicago area.

I exclusively engaged this limo driver on my trips back and forth from home and temporary home. He was a wonderful man. He was kind, respectful, and a great conversationalist. He was an important part of this experience in my corporate career. My first thoughts on this morning were of him; and I could not remember his name.

As I mentally approached each letter of the alphabet – a process that normally helps me remember things – I realized a pain associated with this particular lapse of memory. In the river of who I am, there is an original channel that formed my providential flow. Moving in the depth of this channel are the many and varying experiences I’ve had with other human beings; people who stir the energy of my voice.

Voice gives you the power of persistence. I am very glad this is so. After my run-through of the alphabet failed to jar my long-term memory, I allowed my mind to relax into an unconscious search. A tear from each eye rolled down each side of my reclined face as I quietly mouthed his name, “Wallace.”


Bless the Rocks

Being thumped out into the turbulence of the river is something I will not soon forget. After breaking through the thin layer between drowning and floating, I saw the rock; a rock so large, it was a major player in turning the river’s flow. I found my footing just in time to keep from being slammed into the rock’s immovable position.

While I held the river in esteem prior to this experience, I now hold a reverential respect for the power in its flow. The river has gifted me with a new level of consciousness when blessed to be in its presence. This adventure in the character building torrent enlightened me to the meaning behind the partnership of water and rocks; movement and clarity.

The rocks in our lives keep the flow moving in a direction congruent with personal intention. And in the right conditions of time and place, we form depth made clear by forced movement. The depth of our pools are clear because of the rocks.

With voice in full engagement, I am learning to bless the rocks; not as barriers, but as providential builders of experience in my journey.