(For anyone needing the help of a gatekeeper or
for anyone whose soul thinks they can change the world) Dear Mr. Zuckerberg, My name is Courtney. I write a blog about the soul. My posts are daily and respectfully brief. I'm not selling anything. I'm simply providing insights to help people listen to their inner voice and thus harness their greatest untapped potential so they can solve every last one of the world's problems. In short, the world needs my blog. I've regrettably discovered that those following my facebook page don't see most of my posts. This leaves me wondering, "How the hell am I supposed to change the world?" My typical approach would be to trust that Ms. Divine will get my posts in front of whoever is supposed to see them. But yesterday, Ms. Divine says to me, "Lovely thought, but if you really wanna 'increase your organic reach," you gotta talk to Zuck." This morning, I find myself turning to a couple (of the million) social networking gurus on Youtube. They're telling me, "If you don't want to pay Mark, the gatekeeper of all gatekeepers, then you gotta let your 'fans/followers' know if they want to see your once a day posts, they should go to the Days With The Divine Facebook page, click the "following" button, click on the little pencil for notifications and check on 'all posts'." But, I'm not going to do that, nor am I going to tell readers they should subscribe on this website if they'd like to get email notifications. What I'm going to do instead, is listen to Ms. Divine and ask you to give special attention to my facebook page,...so that my posts go viral. Respectfully and Humbly Yours, Courtney A Brown
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(For anyone trying to get out of their own way.)
Dear Ms. Divine,
Kind Regards, Courtney To send this note to a friend:
(For anyone with an ambivalent relationship with their smart phone.)
I'm sitting in a waiting room looking down at my little notebook with five strangers looking down at their phones. What would it be like if we straightened our necks, looked at one another and said a few words? Maybe awkward. Maybe endearing. Maybe two of us would have an unbelievable connection. Ms. Divine confiscating my smart phone 2 years ago. I'd left it in my car with my purse for five minutes to walk my daughter into a class. In that short time I confronted the director of the "school," who had ignored my recent email. I'd politely expressed concern about 9 year old's using phones in class with their peers watching on, whatever they wanted...movies, ...porn,.. I didn't know,.. neither did the teachers. It seemed the only reason to allow phones was to occupy those who disrupt class. I'm not the yelling or screaming type. My anger is the red face, pressured voice ...'My head is about to explode from holding it in' type. Upon returning to my car and seeing the shattered glass, I sense divine intervention - some meaning had to be glean from this. It was as if the very moment I'd bypassed my bigger wiser self and allowed my smaller self to become infuriated, Ms. Divine (in the form of a young man addicted to heroine, who really didn't want to cause me harm, but really did need to get his fix), was saying, "You don't like cell phones? No worries, I'll take that little screen off your hands...along with with some credit cards and cash." I felt a great sense of peace. 2 years later... I go on to become a less reactive non-smart phone user, my daughter goes on to private tutoring, the young man, who broke my window, moves past his addiction and finds a connection with himself and others (I hope)...and the people here in the waiting room...well,...they're still together,...alone and seemingly very content on their smart phones. Courtney A Brown To send this note to a friend: |
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