Monthly Archives: July 2010

One Hour In The Sun

It’s a regular weekday, a regular day in July. I’ve got an hour or so before meeting with a friend, and catching up.

For a couple of days now I’ve hit a kind of writers block. No real nuggets of wisdom, or thoughts or really anything that consists of substance.

One thing comes to mind though, and this will take a bit of explanation, so please, be patient.

Back in 1984, a freshly turned 21 year old was at a bit of a crossroads. With 2 years of college about to be history, there was a burning desire to jump at the next thing. In this case, it was securing a job at a radio station. At that time radio filled my every pore. I breathed it, loved it, was consumed by it. It was my first real passion, and I was head over heels in love with it.

I had been at the college radio station during my collegiate tenure, and it no longer held that passion. I wanted to run with the big dogs, not be held back by those who were earning credits. So during a chance meeting with a legendary DJ, I had successfully secured an internship at the one radio station, the only radio station that mattered. KISW.

I started working with Steve Slaton during his evening shift. Then I was introduced to Gary Bryan, the Program Director. He agreed to bring me on during the day and do more than just answering phones. I was giddy with excitement.

Up until that point, I had this “feeling” that something was going to happen. I can’t put my finger on what that feeling was. It wasn’t anything pronounced, it was just there making it’s presence known. I just needed to let things take their course and see what happens. Problem was, at 21 I wasn’t very patient.

2 or 3 days into landing that internship with Gary, I walked in one morning and Beau Phillips is standing in the lobby. He explains very nicely that Gary had been let go, and he would be once again taking the programming helm at KISW. My heart sank, I thought for sure that he would not take on a kid to be just another intern. Again, not very patient.

The exact opposite happened. He gratefully took on this green kid, and allowed me to fly. Beau is one of my few mentors, who allowed me to learn from the best, shaping who I am today. Within 3 months I became Promotion Director and learned so much from him and that job for the next 4 or 5 years.

It’s funny because that “feeling” is back again. I know that this time my unemployment is the right thing at the right time. This time though, I am being patient. Allowing the time to fully take in what’s next. I’ve felt it for about a month now. Opportunities are presenting themselves, but in non traditional ways.

I don’t know what’s going to happen. I don’t know where I’ll end up when the next chapter begins, though it may already have. I just know that this time it is different, it is exciting, and that feeling is there.

So it’s an hour in the sun, on a regular weekday in July, and this time I am loving the feeling it represents. In the past it would have felt different, empty. Today though it feels glorious, beautiful and fun. I am sitting by the lake writing, watching ducks, boats, people….life.

It’s an hour in the sun on a remarkable Tuesday in July.



It’s been over a month since I heard the words, “We just can’t afford you.” This is familiar territory. As a Creative Professional, the position runs the risk of being one of the first to get the pink slip once the ledger doesn’t balance out.

At this point in my life (pushing the 50 stage), I’ve made up my mind that it will be different this time. Christine said early on, now is the time to do something for you, to spend time working on things that will improve the person, and the man.

I’ve been dedicated to the gym, heading there mornings at least 4 times per week. That quest to get back into shape began on June 8th, and I am beginning to see some fast improvements. She says she can see it in my face, that I look like I did when we began dating. Cool. I see improved aerobic intensity and duration. I’ve also been dedicated to writing more, and seeking work in all the right places. Not just finding the first thing that comes along. That’s a big change from the times in the past when I’ve found myself in this familiar territory.

Change takes commitment. It takes determination. It takes courage.

I’ve long been an advocate of change, but this time I’m going to be a fan. How I approach what’s next for the second half of my life is going to be drastically different this time. In my 20’s I was all about a radio career and hanging out with rock and movie stars. My 30’s was about dealing with the death of my father and a marriage that wasn’t to be. The beginning of my 40’s was about crisis, discovery and then redemption. Now that I have the experience of triumph and loss behind me it’s time to refocus the talents, and change how I operate.

This time, the commitment is to be the best person I can be, to discover the path that was purely meant to be and to pursue peace and harmony within the spirit that resides deep inside. I am spending the time I have without a daily work commitment, committed to work on a better more meaningful future. Committed to change, and committed to a rich and vibrant today, and tomorrow will be new and exciting opportunities.

I saw a piece of art in Vancouver last May, and I think about it every day. It said, “There is no such thing as small change.”

That is my commitment to change.

Vancouver Artwork

Yesterday’s Given Sunday

A beautiful day, a beautiful idea
Let’s take top off the car, and put a shine on the afternoon
Throw the worries to the wind, and take a drive into the past

Together we take the long way, through roads less traveled
Sun in our eyes, the wind whistling through our hair
We pass old and new
Twists and turns newly discovered
And familiar places fondly remembered

We discover the new location of her guide
A simple design with peace in mind
She stops and gently takes it all in
This is where she can find her balance again
Though far away, worth the time to find

The we move on to see her beginnings
Where she first came from afar
Where she set roots here to grow
To become comfortable in this part of the North
Then to venture out and find her true self
Not what she wanted, but what she was given

We head back the same way
Admiring what we did not see the first time
Taking in the aromas, the sights, the time together
If she had not traveled that path, we may never have found each other
Though the drive we discover just how close our paths had come

Tomorrow looms around the bend
Together we’ll be ready to forge new paths ahead
As for today, we drove into the past
A beautiful day, a beautiful idea


The water, the cool air, the wildlife, the vista. This one place, is like no other place on earth. Calm. Serene. Beautiful. Peaceful.

Aside from the occasional boat or ferry noise, it’s so quiet……it’s inspirational.

Last night we discovered the tale of how they came upon this sanctuary. In the mid 1950’s this blissful piece of property on Lopez Island was purchased for $800. OMG! Seems so petty by today’s standards, but think about the time and place everyone was in that era. The new owner worked 3 jobs with multiple kids and a wife who spoke frank and for her time was extremely driven. She was against the purchase, the land was too much money out of pocket, and for what? A bunch of dirt, trees and critters that overlooked a bay in the little known San Juan islands.

But the old owner wanted to sell and they struck a deal for $10 per month. The new owners threw caution to the wind and took a chance. A chance to make a difference for so many down the road.

From that point many seasons passed. First a concrete slab was poured, then a structure with 2 rooms. Then they added a living room. Year’s later a kitchen, a bathroom, and recently satellite TV.

The next generation constructed an a amazing deck which completely frames the experience, plus a bunkhouse for the kids, friends and the frequent guests.

Thing is, no matter how many adults, kids, or dogs this location has a spiritual energy I have never felt before. Right now my fingers are typing on a wireless keyboard with a bluetooth connection to one of the new tablet computers that makes life grand. It might as well be a piece of parchment, pen and ink well which helped change the world so many years ago. It doesn’t matter. It’s still a way of putting down this inspiration that overcomes my every sense of being.

It’s moments like these, where everything seems to just come together. Problems are small. Love is grand. Friends are so important. And life… just so amazing.