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Certainly there is use for caution in Limited Liability Operations. With the quilt of changing times that surrounds these operations, caution is a needle that you might hold tightly between the index of your experiences and their thumb notes. Use caution wisely, and LLO and Behold... It Shall Happen!
Not since the first blog have I connected business with the spiritual. Today, I think perhaps I will. Today we look at the wings and the wheels of our business both at the same time. Welcome back to The Beauty Inside-Out Beautician and part two of The Better Fly blog series.
It's almost time to fly again and so there's a great need to look at these two before we begin to consider our take-off. In Ezekiel 1, beginning at verse 4, a vision is shared. The vision reads, "I looked and I saw a windstorm coming out of the north-- an immense cloud with flashing lightning and surrounded by brilliant light. ...In the fire was what looked like four living creatures, but each of them had four faces and four wings... and the wings of one touched the wings of another. Each one went straight ahead; they did not turn as they moved. As I looked at the living creatures, I saw a wheel on the ground beside each creature with its four faces. All appeared to be made like a wheel inter…
Welcome back to The Better Fly Blog Series. It's Business. It's Spiritual. It's Heart. And it's also Soul. How could you not be better! I'm enjoying writing this series and learning as I go, and I hope you're enjoying it too. This is the third blog of the series. Today we look at genus; a group or class of things that have common characteristics and can be divided into subordinate kinds. In terms of groups, genus falls in between family and species. But how does this bring us to our next meal in this series?
Today we look at competition. It's a vital part of constructing a business plan. We've all heard the question, "Who's your competition?" or "Have you identified your competitors?" Usually, to answer this question, most entrepreneurs or business start ups look in the market place for other businesses that appear to be doing the same things they hope to do. This is not a bad approach, but what if I tell you that …
The VCR Diaries: A Poetic Documental based on the Novel Erased Thank you for following The VCR Diaries. For your ease, you can use this index to locate and navigate the 3-Act Documental. The ladies take their bow, and accept your applause. Blog Entry Log
The VCR Diaries: A Poetic Documental based on the Novel Erased Act 3- Reece, Part 3 Ever seen a tiny branch form
right out of a large branch? There’s no
succession; no respect for season. You
blink and there it is. It appears weak
in contrast, until you see a squirrel sitting there. There’s no sway. There’s no bounce. It’s there and it’s meant
to be there. My life is the tiny branch,
but my breath remains a set of wings… again, one tiny and one large. You should see it flying through the sky; my
breath. If you can capture the image,
you’ll say it’s not going that far. Yet
you travel the valleys, overcome the mountains, get to your next peak, and
there it is. The lights are back up. The jaws are fully in place now and we can
proceed. This is the last few drops of
blood red ink; the way they fell on the page.
Survival Instinct Instinct is an animal, Intuition is a human, I’m part animal. The larger wing belongs to
the animal, And the pretty one, With all the colors and
hearts, That on…
The VCR Diaries- A Poetic Documental based on the Novel Erased Act 3- Reece,Part 2 It’s still hard to see. The room is filled with projections. It was a sharp turn back there, and if they
didn’t grasp the context of the documentals two acts ago, now they’ve got
it. I’m the child. Cassie is the single adult, and Veronica is
the mother. We’ve all faced a trap or
two, and we’ve all left it face down.
From here, I grow up quickly.
Swapping Dreams I still remember her, Her dreams, They’re brutal. She still recalls me, My visions, They’re crucial. Sometimes they’re one and the same, Other times they're two. Her cheekbones are high, Her forehead hard, Her mouth glued shut, For the most part. I’m outspoken, And I hide my cheekbones behind a
smile. When she looks at herself in the mirror, She quivers, And she knows she doesn’t belong
there. I stare, She stares back, It’s the promise in me that chills
her, And it’s the weakness in her that
tempers me. I carry her in my purse, Never had the guts to dispose o…
The VCR Diaries: A Poetic Documental based on the Novel Erased The Lights have dropped. It’s not a total black out. Not yet anyway. You can hear the questions and the
whispers. None of them however are
stronger than the darkness. Reece is the
last woman standing, and her platform is beginning to look like a trap. It remains erected, but it’s obvious she’s
going to need to move around. It’s the
look on her face that sends this message.
It says she’s got a head full of thoughts. It’s not even on her chest. No, it’s right at the tip of her tongue. Her Diary- Reece It looks like a little black
book. The pages are red with blue lines,
and there aren’t much of them. I told
you… it’s all in her head. The
handwriting is large at times, and at other times small. It’s the difference between her whispers and
her shouts. It’s also the difference
between her secrets and her attire. It
simply looks like a small book with a big roar, and if it doesn’t start
talking, the crowd will go fi…