The Tree of Mentorology

Looking out into the fog I can see a place where I want to go

I am by myself but not alone

I step out the door, off the front step

I pause a moment to listen, to explore, and to find

A place where no one has been

Undisturbed, hidden beneath the flowers

Is a place where I want to go.

Come climb the Tree of Mentorology

Share a branch for a brief moment in time

We’ll laugh, cry, and smile together

As I listen to your stories, hopes, and dreams.

I am in awe with the beauty out there

I look at your art, vision, and design

I know, we know that there are new leaders among us

If only we took the time to look around.

Can you tell me where to go?

I’ll listen, watch, and follow your footsteps.

It is early morning and I can’t wait to spend the day together

A brief moment in time

An adventure that I won’t forget

As we walk along the Internet of Experiences.

The Bulacard Project

We stand at the interface between the physical and spiritual world

Looking through the mist we fire off digital beacons

Hoping to find connections to the past

That will lead us into the future

The issue is sharing experiences

A moment, a memory, a vision

Global, digital, interactive art on a massive scale

Starts with just one card, one thought, one mind

A branch, a hand, a smile will not be forgotten

As we step into the circle to climb the Tree of Mentorology

The problem is complex.

We look into their eyes.

We follow their footsteps

Hoping to hear a sound, a story, a song

That will change the world forever

Over my shoulder lies an XtremeSignPost

Just out of reach is a fleeting image

I look to my left and notice changes occurring before my eyes

A second later it is gone

But I remember it was there

On her shoulder

A Hawaiian Bulacard.

The issue is sharing experiences.

Share an experience.

Tell the world that there is child

A person who is willing to learn

Who is ready to change and can't wait much longer.

Their clear vision and playful heart is ready to run

But there is nowhere to go.

Opportunities, dreams, and hope

lie among the pieces in the broken playground.

Don't give up.

Listen, watch and learn.

Step forward and lend a hand

Share a story

Pick up the glass, clean the slate, and open the door.

We know, I know that one of them

Will change the world forever.

Pick up the driftwood in the sand

Look at the grain and count the circles

Remember the Tree of Mentorology has its roots in education

Stoke the fire and then share the dream On the Internet of Experiences.