Bob Dylan was right about time, they are a-changin, but times has always been changing. It’s how we navigate those changes that cause break-throughs, failures, twist of fates, and just maybe our redemption.

That's not to say there isn't right from wrong, because there is. I'm just saying that no one person can be the authority over every ethical and moral conundrum we face. We must begin to talk and to listen with each person and find out why people are making these type of decisions.

This week’s blog comes from the back on my new mini van, dreams do come true. We must chase our dreams to make life worth living, even if we fail.

Maybe it’s time to rethink who we consider as great leaders.

It was not the sights and sounds of Lake Superior that moved my soul during this trip. It was a moment on Father’s day alone in a dark bedroom of our cabin.

Paddling a canoe can create a meditation-like atmosphere. This world provides the calming music --  the sound of the river flowing, the  birds chirping, and the faint distant sound of a car on a gravel road now and then.  As the constant paddling provides motion for the brain to focus on, I slowly slip into a contemplative state.

"118," is what we yelled our first year in college together. It was the number of the room my goofball friends gathered in most days. Zach was part of this group, so Zach used to be a daily part of my life. He might have been the one who invented our game of putt-putt golf in the dorms that year; it was him or Braden.

Emotions transcend language, race, tribe, abilities, disabilities, and socio-economic status. I am not breaking any new ground with this information. Most people know this by now, but it just seems that this type of knowledge is thrown away, not accepted, or downright refused-to-be-acknowledged by the world