By Edward M. Bury, APR (aka The PRDude)
Here, during the minutes before a summer storm strikes, one can still hear, see and learn.
I can still hear the cicadas, their symphonic chorus almost deafening at times. The thunder sounds lumber in my direction, announcing the rain to come. Although the evening chirps from the cardinals and robins, a pleasure on a summer evening, are not to be heard.
As darkness comes earlier than it should around the 7 p.m. hour, I still see life on our humble street in the Avondale section of Chicago. My neighbor walks her dog, hurriedly I gather, as she’s aware of the threatening weather. A young woman with a backpack makes her way home, handheld in hand, while a cyclist — his helmet and headlight flashing — pedals hurriedly south on Whipple Street.
And, as for the lesson: Embrace the moments before a challenge and revel in watching nature unfold around you, even here in the heart of a big city.
Have you had enough of this “creative” stuff?
What I’m doing is practicing creative writing, well sort of. And why? Because I’m proud to announce that starting this August, I will start graduate studies in English at the university where I work.
Yes, English, with a concentration in creative studies. Hey, I was an English major at Illinois State University, you know.
And, why not public relations? Well two very good reasons:
- The university does not have a public relations program.
- I’m confident that my Accredited in Public Relations credential — and a few decades of practical experience — has prepared me for the profession.
So stay tuned to read updates as I begin another personal journey to learning and growing.
Now, it’s back to engaging with the approaching storm, its presence awe inspiring, humbling and …
I’ll stop for now.