Monday Morning Mojo

Walking Between Worlds

Last time I wrote I told you how I go off into the wild blue yonder with my son, Gabe every Mohawk

summer. It's a special time when we both let down our hair so to speak. Except this time I cut my hair off... well, most of it. Ever since I can remember I have wanted a Mohawk. So, I went for it. First stop on the way out of town was the barber shop.

Ever have that feeling when you are going to do something radical that you're not sure you should go through with it? Well, I've learned to plow through that. So when the barber said, Is that narrow enough? I answered, No. I want a thin strip that runs front to back!

And so it went until I had a true Mohawk. I liked it instantly. It set loose a part of me that was waiting inside to be let out... something wild. And just in time for a trip into the back country. It's good to do something every once in a while that lands you in a different camp so you can experience the world from a new angle.

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d I spent a number of nights at our favorite hang-out, Mt Mitchell. First thing we did was dig up our time capsule. It's a small note we write to ourselves in the future and then bury securely in a hidden location on top of the tallest mountain east of the MIssissippi. We use a prescription bottle because it is both light and moisture proof, making an excellent time capsule. When we bury the next, it's a promise to return together sometime in the future as much as anything else.

This one had notes from 2007 and 2009. We located it pretty fast and opened it up immediately to see what we had said those several years ago. It's a personal ritual the two of us share.

While atop the mountain we experienced a lightning storm, something amazing when you are up as high as we were. There were several flashes that completely whited out everything, even from inside the tent. In one brilliant moment everything went bright. The rain poured down in sheets. It was about 11:30pm. We got caught up in the natural ener writing

gy of the moment, laughing and talking raucously until the storm slowed down. Our little two-person tent held up quite nicely keeping us dry. It was cool, in the low 40s every one of the four nights we camped.

Gabe likes to write and he never stops. He always has a pen or iPhone in hand to get his ideas down. He just became a staff writer for Muze Magazine. He was often writing next to the fire in our campsite, taking a breakto put his experience into words.

We had special times rolling through the hills and backwoods of North Carolina and Tennesse. There is nothing like camp coffee and music first thing in the morning as the mist rolls off the mountains and the clouds pass through camp.

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Now we are back, refreshed and renewed. Gabe is at his first day in High School and I am kicking off the fall with a new effort to help CEOs of nonprofits get innovation right.

I feel enriched by my time off the grid. My energy is strong. My mind is clear. I am coming at things with a new perspective.

I cut the Mohawk down so now I just have a close cut on top. It was a great re-entry ritual. I am ready for action... ready to move into the fall with running start.

It's going to be a good season, lots of new ideas, progress and adventures.

Walking between worlds pays off. It renews the mind, sharpens the senses, and brings revitalization. Keeps you fresh!

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