courage | Nicole Y. Walters

Seeing Clearly, Acting Courageously...

May 27, 2015 by admin

The Universe has been screaming to me lately. It seems everywhere I look I see an invitation to examine my thoughts on courage; what it means to be courageous, how to practice courage, and am I a courage person? Courage. As I’ve sat with the idea of courage, my own definition of what courage means to me is beginning to emerge. Admittedly, I find it uncomfortable, troublesome, and nowhere near its conventional meaning. Courage: the ability to do something that you know is difficult or dangerous—Merriam-Webster Let me share something with you. Last March when we were renovating our new home the situation was nothing short of disastrous. In addition to the usual stresses associated with renovations, our experience was made all the more complicated by the incompetent contractor leading the project. There were missed deadlines,...

Worth the Risk

Mar 5, 2013 by admin

I went snorkeling yesterday. Even though I was afraid, I went any way. I’m glad I did. The world just beneath the surface is a fascinating, beautiful one, full of color, life, and mystery. Snorkeling frightens me just a bit. So does horseback riding. It’s a strange relationship that I have with these two activities that I love to do, but am scared as I do them. They make me feel so out of control, so surrendered to the wildness of life, nature, animals. Perhaps that’s the appeal. Yesterday, I saw clown fish, an eel, angelfish, some black and white polka dotty thing, a kole (I think), a bright yellow fish, a couple of fish who swam together and who, I swear, glowed orange just a little, and a deep, vast, murky sea, the...

This Teaching Moment Is Presented By . . ....

Oct 10, 2011 by admin

“Tough week for me. 3 presentations = no sleep, much stress. I hate presentations. Got through it though. Very comfortable in many other settings (negotiations, etc). But I realized something. I need to do more presentations!” Marc Walters Around three weeks ago, my husband experienced a malevolent possession of sorts. For nearly a week, instead of his typically calm, cool, and collected self, he was agitated, insecure, and preoccupied to the point of sleeplessness. Given the lack of other distractions in our home, like say . . . children, I was very much caught in the web of madness woven by this stranger who called himself my husband. Marc’s agitation became mine. His insecurity called to mine. His nights spent in worry and not sleep left me also surfing the net at ungodly hours...