Category Archives: Poetry

I was a poet first & it will forever flow into every thing I create. Be inspired, disagree, get angry or leave with questions….My only request is that you feel something.

Fatherhood in 17 Syllables – A Haiku

Small arms raised upward

Strong hands swoop down to love well

Embrace Fatherhood

-Rob Beaudreault


KAIROS – The Art of Being There

Kairos: (καιρός)

An ancient Greek word meaning the right or opportune moment

(The supreme moment).

There is a moment I long for when the clock releases it’s shackles on my day and all that is urgent drifts away.  This is Kairos.

A holy moment when eye contact, hushed conversation, laughter or sacred silence is more than enough.  This is Kairos.

Chronos: (Χρόνος)

An ancient Greek word meaning time as it is measured.

(Time on the Move)

In a world of rushed-rhythms and hurried-hustle I long for the moments when Mighty Chronos yawns, stretches his arms, and bows to the full weight of time. This is Kairos.

Take Make the time to deliberately summon Kairos whether through questions, or eye contact or intentional pause. Time is fleeting unless you claim it. This is Kairos.

Chronos has only the power we allow it to possess.

Seek Kairos.

Claim Your Life!


Celebrate the power of a moment. Seek Kairos.
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This post was inspired by my friend, Grant Neiddu’s, powerful talk at the Claim Your Life seminar on July 16, 2013 in Lakeland, Fl.


Why Keep a Journal by Jim Rohn

ImageToday I was challenged to begin keeping a journal.  I recalled this powerful teaching by one of my all-time favorite mentors, Mr. Jim Rohn.  If you’re serious about becoming successful ,whatever that may mean for you, then journaling is a must!  Soak in this powerful teaching from Mr. Rohn himself.

Why Keep A Journal?
by Jim Rohn

If you’re serious about becoming a wealthy , powerful, sophisticated, healthy, influential, cultured and unique individual—don’t trust your memory—keep a journal. When you listen to something valuable, write it down. When you come across something important, write it down.

I used to take notes on pieces of paper and torn-off corners and backs of old envelopes. I wrote ideas on restaurant placemats. On long sheets, narrow sheets and little sheets and pieces of paper thrown in a drawer. Then I found out that the best way to organize those ideas is to keep a journal. I’ve been keeping these journals since the age of twenty-five. The discipline makes up a valuable part of my learning, and the journals are a valuable part of my library.

I am a buyer of blank books. Kids find it interesting that I would buy a blank book. They say, “Twenty-six dollars for a blank book! Why would you pay that?” The reason I pay twenty-six dollars is to challenge myself to find something worth twenty-six dollars to put in there. All my journals are private, but if you ever got a hold of one of them, you wouldn’t have to look very far to discover it is worth more than twenty-six dollars.

I must admit if you got a glimpse of my journals, you’d have to say that I am a serious student. I’m not just committed to my craft; I’m committed to life , committed to learning new concepts and skills. I want to see what I can do with seed, soil, sunshine and rain to turn them into the building blocks of a productive life.

Keeping a journal is so important. I call it one of the three treasures to leave behind for the next generation. In fact, future generations will find these three treasures far more valuable than your furniture.

The first treasure is your pictures… Take a lot of pictures. Don’t be lazy in capturing the event. How long does it take to capture the event? A fraction of a second. How long does it take to miss the event? A fraction of a second. So don’t miss the pictures. When you’re gone, they’ll keep the memories alive.

The second treasure is your library… This is the library that taught you, that instructed you, that helped you defend your ideals. It helped you develop a philosophy.. It helped you become wealthy , powerful, healthy, sophisticated, and unique. It may have helped you conquer some disease. It may have helped you conquer poverty. It may have caused you to walk away from the ghetto. Your library, the books that instructed you, fed your mind and fed your soul, is one of the greatest gifts you can leave behind.

The third treasure is your journals… All the ideas you picked up, the information that you meticulously gathered. And of the three, journal writing is one of the greatest indications that you’re a serious student. Taking pictures, that is pretty easy. Buying a book at a bookstore, that’s pretty easy. However, it is a little more challenging to be a student of your own life , your own future, your own destiny. Take the time to keep notes and to keep a journal. You’ll be so glad you did. What a treasure to leave behind when you go. What a treasure to enjoy today!

To Your Success,

Jim Rohn

© 2006 by Jim Rohn International. All Rights Reserved.

Courage at the Tip of a Hat – A Tribute To the Bravest Woman I Know

courage.jpgYou took the news honestly.  It hurt bad and you allowed it to.

You’ve always held the undisputed title for me as the healthiest person I’ve ever known.  I must admit, it came as such a shock when I heard the news that you would be doing battle with Hodgkin’s Lymphoma.

I want to share with all my readers about the bravest woman I know.  Her name is Diane, and she has a knack for making life better for every person she meets.

– Diane grows & juices her own wheat grass shots.  She knows more about holistic health than anyone I’ve ever met, but is also the best student of health I’ve ever seen.  She was organic before organic was cool yet never makes a person feel stupid for just now learning about it.

– Diane has a smile that lights up a room. When her eyes lock onto yours in conversation you feel like you’re the most important person on the planet.  She’d be quick to let you know that you are!

– The chemo treatments have begun & they don’t play fair or nice.  Funny thing is, I’d never have known they had started unless it just came up in conversation.  She goes about life as if it’s a typical Saturday and she wasn’t in such a prolific battle.

– Sometimes the chemo makes her sick.  If that’s happening, she’ll let you know but she’ll also be the first to shout praise when the minute the pain passes.  She clothes herself in hope & wears dignity as a crown upon her head…oh yeah, her head…….

Diane, you sat across from me yesterday at dinner with that white baseball cap covering your freshly trimmed hair.  It had started falling out in clumps and you decided to take control.  The lady at Walmart cried as she cut it and you shared your story with her.

The night breeze was blowing across our table at Patio 850.  I promised you that I’d remove my hat if you would do the same.  That familiar grin spread wide across your face as you courageously set that hat on the table.  “That feels so much better!”, you exclaimed.

I wanted to always remember that moment so I snapped this picture of us.

Diane, you ARE that cool, refreshing breeze to the world around you! 

You are not empty positivity clothed in a a false facade of hope.  You are the real deal, and I wanted to thank you for it.

I admire you and the way you approach your victories and your challenges.  You are winning and WILL win this battle.

Thanks for being such a champion and for being such a beautiful fighter.

Honestly, you are the bravest woman I know!

The Morning Hour


There is that secret hour

Before the children stir

My books lay, still, beside me

Their message still a blur

The coffee still too hot to sip

The night’s still hanging on

Before Morning takes it’s rightful place

with the rising of the dawn.

I treasure most this tranquil time

with sleep still in my eyes

As God whispers a soliloquy

Breathed from his lips to mine

“So the LORD God formed the man from the dust of the ground, breathed life into his lungs, and the man became a living being.”

Genesis 2:7

The Writer’s Struggle or Why I Avoid Arguments

Be Inspired. Be inspiring.Writing, for me, is a lot like having an argument.

A much needed healthy, argument.

I’d much prefer to simply solve a problem than talk about it & get all messy with the stickiness of feelings.

Even right now, I have this conflicting-deepness in the pit of my stomach. My senses are urging me to back out of writing this…to refill my coffee…to post a quote somewhere…to pray…do laundry…or………….

I’ve decided to write because, even though I loathe the pressure I feel when my keys are rat-a-tat-tatting on my keyboard, I’ve discovered the relief of resolution after each paragraph I pen.

I had a blogging friend ask me the other day what I wanted ‘the customer’ to do when they visited my blog, and I don’t think I’m ready for any sort of customer just yet. Maybe one day I’ll learn all about monetizing my blog, but right now I’m just searching for you.

My hope in blogging is that you, the reader, is out there. That you find value & meaning in these words.

Every now & again I get followed by someone whose blog has a heartbeat to it. Their words & content have an authenticity & a distinct rhythm to the patterns of a life actually being lived. I like to follow those folks.

Anyone else like me out there? I’d love to read & comment on your blog if you have one.

Sleepless in Boston | My Thoughts on the Boston Marathon Bombings

I write these words with a heavy heart after having the events of yesterday sink in a bit.  Pray for Boston
A coward or group of cowards set up bombs to destroy innocent bystanders watching the Boston Marathon to push forward their silly political agenda.

Boston is my people.
I grew up in Massachusetts.
I can still pull out that old accent with ease, love Manhattan Clam Chowdah & crave those tight city streets more than anyone knows.

Yesterday, some punk sucker-punched my friends and I always have trouble sleeping on nights like this.

I figured I’d just share what gets me through in times like this.

Re-watch the video and count the number of people who, despite the risk to their own self, ran TOWARDS the chaos to help.

In times of tragedy keep your focus on the heroes!  Evil & cowardice is what makes brilliant acts of heroism possible.

My suggestion is to celebrate the heroes lavishly.

It is impossible to remove evil from this world no matter how many laws are passed or lifted or which political party you choose to align yourself with. Evil is.

Focus on the heroes.
Celebrate the heroes.
Be a hero!