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Three Motivational Styles

(based on the theories of David C. McClelland) Each of us draws from all three motives, but one will be predominant and may reinforce the person’s habitual way of operating. Employees will initially respond best to the approach that fits most closely with their dominant motive. However, if you...

The Problem of Anxiety

Fifty years have passedsince I started living in those dark townsI was telling you about.Well, not much has changed. I still can’t figure outhow to get from the post office to the swings in the park.,Apple trees blossom in the cold, not from conviction,and my hair is the color of dandelion fuz...

The Stranger

After a Guarani legend recorded by Ernesto Morales One day in the forest there was somebodywho had never been there beforeit was somebody like the monkeys but tallerand without a tail and without so much hairstanding up and walking on only two feetand as he went he heard a voice calling Save me as t...

The Portrait

My mother never forgave my fatherfor killing himself,especially at such an awkward timeand in a public park,that springwhen I was waiting to be born.She locked his namein her deepest cabinetand would not let him out,though I could hear him thumping.When I came down from the atticwith the pastel port...

Powers of Thirteen – 6 – Fancy-Pants

Your bright younger sister whom so many fancy toBe you was always getting in the way when your friendsWere about.  An “altogether inconvenient childWith an alarming memory” one of them said once.She would help you sometimes when a trick was to be played,A pompous visitor to be derid...

In a Dark Time

In a dark time, the eye begins to see,I meet my shadow in the deepening shade;I hear my echo in the echoing wood–A lord of nature weeping to a tree.I live between the heron and the wren,Beasts of the hill and serpents of the den. What’s madness but nobility of soulAt odds with circumstan...

The Windhover: To Christ Our Lord

I caught this morning morning’s minion, king-  dom of daylight’s dauphin, dapple-dawn-drawn Falcon, in his riding  Of the rolling level underneath him steady air, and stridingHigh there, how he rung upon the rein of a wimpling wingIn his ecstasy! then off, off forth on swing,&n...