Communal Acts of Beauty is an offering to the community—our little corner of the world.

“Practice random acts of kindness and senseless acts of beauty.” ― Anne Herbert

By sharing poetry, art or both, our intention is to spread just a bit more beauty into the world. Our nature-planted poetry and the poetry box outside our house was created to share with and connect with our surrounding community and the people within it. And, to spread a little inspiration, motivation, and beautification. We hope you enjoy it!

Who’s behind Communal Acts of Beauty?

Steve is an expert brand & culture strategist, trusted advisor on business, author, speaker, and artist. He speaks and writes on evolved brands, curiosity, artistry at work, and humanized workforces.

Steve has been honored to work with more than 250+ global and national companies and 3,300+ business leaders over the past 25 years. He believes that leadership and business, done well, can be an acts of artistry and expressions of beauty. His TEDx talk is entitled The Beautiful Business.

When he’s not roaming the globe advising clients or presenting on stages, he can be found in his painting studio, in the surf, riding his motorcycle, hiking in the trails and canyons of Southern California, or keeping his bees on the edge of Lopez Canyon.

• Visit Steve’s consulting business: Matter Consulting
• Check out Steve’s artwork: StevenMorris.gallery
• Get to know Steve’s leadership artistry work: StudioLeadership.com

Ever onward ― Steve

Feel free to touch base with any thoughts, ideas or stories: morris111@mac.com

Love After Love

The time will come
when, with elation
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror
and each will smile at the other’s welcome,

and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you

all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,

the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.
        — Derek Walcott