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The Art of Broken Wood: Why Brute Force Is Killing Your Genius

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The Art of Broken Wood: Why Brute Force Is Killing Your Genius Listen to the episode for this week of Kuiumba We love to sit by the muddy banks and complain about the storm. Look at our households, our ventures, and our exhausted minds. The shelter caved in, the resources feel waterlogged, and the old blueprint doesn't work anymore. So what do we do? We drop our tools, sit in the mud, and drown in the lower emotional loop: Mad at the downpour, Sad about what washed away, and Scared that we don't have what it takes to rebuild. From that paralyzed place, we drown in blame, shame, and guilt. We blame systemic weather; we carry the shame of broken foundations; we carry the guilt of not saving everyone. But Kuumba (Creativity) —burning in its radiant fire of deep Orange—does not ask you for seasoned, kiln-dried timber from the master’s storehouse. Kuumba looks at your mud-soaked reality and asks a sovereign question: What did the flood wash to your feet? Ancient Mangbetu lore tel...

Baby Cart Assassin vs. Highbanks

Yesterday the Baby Cart and the Assassin was whooped on, by the hills of Highbanks metro park. Although there were some beautiful sites like a snake crawling down a tree after hunting for birds, or seeing the Bald Eagle in it's nest. I simply was not ready to be lugging my kids up and down those hills. Now I have set my sites on mastery highbanks, and all she has to teach me about endurance and nature.
My children enjoyed themselves but victory fell from my grasp as I had to cut my run short after what seemed the 8th hill.
I shall return to complete my mission.




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  1. that pic of the baby cart is from sharron woods. I was so beat up that i forgot to take a pic at highbanks

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