Nesting In the Blizzard

Greetings everyone.  We just turned our clocks ahead 2 AM Sunday morning a sure sign spring is on the way.  The full moon arrived that same morning and remained between 99 and 100 percent illuminated showing its brightly glowing face through last evening.  Mother Nature in communion with La Luna gathered her powers to play havoc on the east coast today and possibly even tomorrow. In NYC we hunkered down for between 12 and 20 inches.  When I awoke yesterday there was only a dusting of snow on the ground. The day felt different to me.  Usually snow falling has a beauty associated with it, gentle and peaceful.  Not Tuesday.  This snowfall seemed angry, wet,  winds howling.  Most people heeded the Mayor's request to stay home so few were on the streets.  Eventually we, (Dan and I ) had to go out and clear off the walkways.  We are ever thankful to neighbors with snow blowers who cleared our sidewalk a number of times.

Everyone I spoke to yesterday commented on the need to hunker down.  Nesting in.  I made a big pot of chicken soup in the morning.  Mother Nature is pounding us.  Some of us coping with the weather,  are still trying to find  footing after the election.  Concern is on so many people's mind.  A  friend forwarded an email that had a poem Wendell Berry wrote.  Although I know I posted this in a previous blog or newsletter reading it again today I felt compelled to write to all of you and reprint the words again.

Before I do this I'll give a brief update about BE (aka Bova Enterprises, Inc.).  I'm testing some new descriptive language and would love your thoughts.  Please comment to me at

BE...Blending the Art of Leadership with the Science of Management and Delivering a Better Future!

Helping people be more effective at their jobs, be they employees, owner managers or corporate executives. 

What makes me different? I synthesize knowledge, skill, experience, wisdom and the unseen to craft solutions to clients' unique situations.

Presently, I am also upgrading my website to align with some of my fine tuning.  I will let you know when it goes live.

Appreciating your comments in advance.

Till the next time enjoy Wendell Berry's words and a blessing from Peruvian Shaman

don Oscar Miro Quesada

The Peace of Wild Things  by Wendell Berry

When despair for the world grows in me and I wake in the night at the least sound in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be, I go and lie down where the wood drake rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds. I come into the peace of wild things who do not tax their lives with forethought of grief. I come into the presence of still water. And I feel above me the day-blind stars waiting with their light. For a time I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.

  May the gratitude in your heart, on this good day of giving thanks from our hearts, touch in deeply healing manner the hearts of all who have lost hope in their heart.

In heart service, don Oscar.