Have a soulful and playful day you and your Inner Child.
Archive for June, 2010
From the moment of birth, when the Stone-Age baby confronts the twentieth-century mother, the baby is subjected to these forces of violence called love, as its father and mother and their parents and their parents before them, have been. These forces are mainly concerned with destroying most of its potential.
Well, I couldn’t have said it better. As far as I am concerned, until we perceive it a rule number one to make sure each one of our children is 100% satisfied and given attention to while they are children. By no doing that what we are really doing is co-creating violence. Children give back to society what they received. That is the root of the problem. In each and every child.
Behind every act of violence is an unsatisfied and unhappy inner child. Behind every drama, is an unhappy and unsatisfied inner child who needs to sabotage success simply because he/she doesn’t believe deserves it. How pathetic it is that, we as a species are not really taking care of our children.
We don’t see the enormous cost that it implies to society in general. This is why is imperative to go back and rewrite the story with your inner child. The creativity, and sustainability are there. The best source of real information is your own Inner Child. Believe it or not.
A generation of Hope! I love it so much! Millennials are the magnificent human beings that will change the world. Their priorities are clear.
About ten years ago, a book was written about a generation graduating from high school and the impact this group would have on the cultural landscape of our nation. Millennials Rising:The Next Generation, written by Neil Howe and William Strauss, was a groundbreaking work that introduced us to the first youth generation of the 21st century. Since that time, other books have been written, research conducted, news programs aired, and TV shows have all highlighted the positives and negatives of the generation we know as Millennials, Gen Y, Netgen, Generation We and countless other names that have been given but have all been rejected by this age group.
Now, ten years since Millennials Rising, we are seeing the first youth generation of the 21st century move into the middle of their young adult years. They are in their late twenties, some married, a few with children, and all are doing their best to make these rough economic times as painless as possible. We are finding that they have similar aspirations as their parents but with their own twist. They expect to be home owners before their first child is born. A well paying job that they enjoy going to every morning. Family (whether their own or connection with parents) is extremely important to their overall adult experience, and they are hoping to achieve, if not more, as much as their parents did at their age.
What are they finding? Well, this isn’t their parent’s world. Owning a home is not as easy as the Home & Garden channel lets you to think. Jobs? Highest unemployment since the Cubs won the World Series. The family is still important, especially since many have had to move back home because of financial difficulties. And that “living better” then mom & dad dream is quickly turning into a nightmare. What they are finding is the feeling they are in a rut. Moving forward is a little tricky right now and they sense that it’s not going to get any easier. What they really are looking for is a way through all this unknown. A guide to walk them through the tough times. Someone to be a sounding board of their thoughts. A Yoda.
As we move into a new century with all its perplexing world views, the Church is debating its role to a younger group of adults and its significance it has in their lives. With the continuing urbanization of America’s suburbs, the decline of religion in our country (we do see an increase in going to church but that tends to rise during crisis), and the shifting ethnicity of our culture, the Church is changing and giving young America many options of “doing & being” church, but not many of these options seem to be sticking. To be sure, not all that they believe is necessarily right, and they know this. They are searching for answers, even if the way they search is new to an older generation of church goers.
I have a very deep love for this age group. It mostly comes from knowing so many of them because of my youth pastor years, college staff days, and high school ministries I led. It’s all coming full circle for me. Many of them are in their mid twenties and early 30’s. Some of them are very close friends. All of them are adults and I can relate to much of what they are going through. I don’t think it is up to me to create the church for the 21st century, their Church, and even if I did, once I leave this planet they would redesign it to fit their world. I do believe that it is my responsibility to walk along side them and to help them to walk deeper in Christ. College-age ministries has a shelf life. We can only stay in that time of life for a short period and then we move on to adulthood. The Church needs to be a part of that time of transition for this age group. We can help them through their college years into the next phase of their lives. Call it what you want, passing the torch, handing off the baton…how we mentored and discipled a younger generation will be clear to see for generations to come.
Beautiful article about Millennials
Millennials select creativity, globalization, and sustainability as future trends for CEO leadership. | Develop Your Creative Thinking
I love the way millennials think! It is so refreshing to see real priorities and values from the collective thinking of the generation. I love you guys! So much! Great article. Three trends. creativity, globalization and sustainability. See, that is clarity.
Today is June 29Th. Saint Peter’s day in the Southern hemisphere. My father’s name. Peter, Pedro, Piedra.
When I was a child there was always a party at my house on June 29. There was a lot of music, laughter and dancing, the part I loved the most was the one I got to dance tangos with my father, standing on top of his feet when I was little, and later on dancing away what I had learned on top of his feet.The memory of the dance that was imprinted in my feet.
Dancing with my father was one of my favorite things. I want to celebrate today, Saint Peter’s day by sharing a story about him with you. It was the summer of 1980. My father and his wife were coming to Barcelona where I lived at the time, right after taking a cruise in the Mediterranean. It was a weekend.
We arranged to meet them very close to the boarder with France, spend the week end in the gorgeous Costa Brave, and drive to Barcelona by Monday.
While we are at the gorgeous magical little village of Cadaques, right between Gerona and the Border with France, we decided to show my father and his wife the distinct house that Salvador Dali built for himself in town, called the “Egg” house
We parked the car a few yards from the front door. It was the routine we always did when took relatives or friends who were visiting from South America or Europe.
The house is one of those Mediterranean style houses with a patio in the middle. It had a couple of huge sculptures of eggs on top of the flat roof. . I always loved to look at it. It was a fascinating piece of architecture.
So, here we are, admiring the house from the outside, quietly, sharing the moment, and suddenly my father, breaking the silence looks at us and says: “Do you guys want to go in?” We laughed. Said “sure” with giggle of cynicism mixed with hope. We knew if anybody could pull it off it would be him. So if there was ever a chance to visit the gorgeous house in the inside.
He got off the car and walked the distance to the front door. Rang the bell.
After a few seconds, a beautiful young lady dressed with a pink uniform, white apron and white cofia opened the half covered with red bugambilias iron door. She exchanged a few words with my father, rapidly disappearing again into the house again. By then, my father is looking at us and we are still laughing, mainly with the nervousness of the anticipation.
After a couple of minutes, the young lady comes back and in front of our dropped jaws opens the door. My father looks at us towards the car and waves with his hand to come in.
Before we know, we are sitting in Dali’s more than unique patio, drinking pink champagne,with the director of the Museum of Figueras and a couple of his intimate friends. Dali is 80 years old and is wearing a kukkalon and a long Moroccan ivory color tunic. His mustache as always standing firmly the mark of time.
My son Max, was four at the time, he was wearing short white pants and an Indian style lilac shirt. With his curly blond hair, he looked like an angel. Dali yeled at Max when we got in, “That’ s the head we need”. They were actually looking through dolls heads to put in the holes of a large statue sculpted by Duran. Max immediately started participating in the discussion of what dolls would fit with the project.
It was very relaxing, we stayed for a while, drank a couple of glasses of pink champagne, and left.
In between the jumps, screaming and laughter celebrating the amazing experience we just had, including the new doll that was in Max’s hands as a souvenir, somebody asked. Dad, how did you do it? What did you say? to make it happen.
He said he wouldn’t tell us. We actually never again asked the question. We never found out.
My father had that talent of knowing the language that opened doors. It always was like deep down he knew we are all one and he didn’t compromise his authenticity with the status quo. Why wouldn’t you ask if you think about it, right? There were no barriers for him. That is one of the things I loved the most about him.
I think that is the most beautiful legacy that he left me. The coherence in consciously connecting with people.
Have a Playful and Soulful day, you and your Inner Child.
My mother protected me from the world and my father threatened me with it.
~Quentin Crisp~, The Naked Civil Servant, 1968
How true that can be, huh? The threat was intended to make you stronger. To prepare you. The book by Victo Hugo, “Les Miserables” comes to mind. So relevant, portraying the viciousness of human misery.
Although to prepare you is actually the excuse. The real in depth reason is because he is perpetrating the terrified little kid he carries inside himself. Not being able to see differently for himself, much less for his son.
Mind you, that behavior of threatening with the world is not exclusive of men. Women do it pretty good too.
So, If that is your case, give attention to that unsatisfied, unacknowledged and unhappy little buddy inside of you, and change your view of the world. The world is what you create with your thoughts. Stop now believing it is a threatening place. Otherwise, you will simply attract it, and create it. It really is your choice.
After 3 and a half years of research about the Entrepreneur Mindset of the 21st Century, I came up with this idea to ensure Millennials, the Entrepreneurs of the future, identify their passion and start their path to their personal unique contribution, making the difference in the world. If the subject resonates with you, please give me your feedback on this idea. I will be grateful for life :::))) Thanks in advance!