LMTP Podcast 3: Crayons

This week’s podcast can be listened to below or listened and subscribed to in iTunes by clicking here.


Book/Business Segment

Seth Godin

Book: Linchpin: Are you indispensable?


Music Segment

Sleeping At Last

Sleeping At Last on Spotify.

Download the album here.

Watch the lyrics and listen to this song on youtube here.

Lyrics to the song: North

We will call this place our home,

The dirt in which our roots may grow.
Though the storms will push and pull,
We will call this place our home.
 
We’ll tell our stories on these walls.
Every year, measure how tall.
And just like a work of art,
We’ll tell our stories on these walls.
 
Let the years we’re here be kind, be kind.
Let our hearts, like doors, open wide, open wide.
Settle our bones like wood over time, over time.
Give us bread, give us salt, give us wine.
 
A little broken, a little new.
We are the impact and the glue.
Capable of more than we know,
We call this fixer upper home.
 
With each year, our color fades.
Slowly, our paint chips away.
But we will find the strength
And the nerve it takes
To repaint and repaint and repaint every day.
 
Let the years we’re here be kind, be kind.
Let our hearts, like doors, open wide, open wide.
Settle our bones like wood over time, over time.
Give us bread, give us salt, give us wine.
Let the years we’re here be kind, be kind.
Let our hearts, like doors, open wide, open wide.
Settle our bones like wood over time, over time.
Give us bread, give us salt, give us wine.
Give us bread, give us salt, give us wine.
 
Smaller than dust on this map
Lies the greatest thing we have:
The dirt in which our roots may grow
And the right to call it home.

Crayons

Ashton’s writings on crayons are below.

http://ltmpblog.com/2015/03/27/when-is-the-last-time-you-were-asked-if-you-wanted-to-color-something/

http://ltmpblog.com/2011/11/22/do-you-want-to-color/

http://ltmpblog.com/2013/02/12/crayon-thieves/


Benediction:

May you become childlike again. May you take back your crayons and fill your pockets with them…and in every moment of life give them their opportunity to do their thing. May you dip the paintbrush of your business and stroke the canvas with service. May you color your relationships with the crayons love, laughter, hope. May you find the courage and the bravery to to pull the back the veil and bring us the light, the hum, the soul, and the crayons you came here with to be fully used so that we may be changed by your art. When you light up. We light up.

Pause by the orchid. Listen to the bluebird sing. Be love.

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