If you could travel in time and step into a waiting room of a doctor's office in the 1950s, you'd be surprised by something ubiquitous back then: a dense cloud of cigarette smoke. Smoking was not only acceptable; it was fashionable.

Last Thursday, I did something for the first time in my life. I welcomed a filming crew at my home, and we shot videos for a 9-episode video series.

Forget best practices, expert advice, and case studies claiming to prove that a particular type of culture works best.

I considered myself to be a good person. Certainly not a racist.

If you are anything like me, you probably feel extraordinarily optimistic and upbeat at one point in the day, only to find yourself swept up by an overwhelming rush of anxiety, rapidly descending into despair, and finally, re-emerging onto the surface, feeling ok again.

I was recently reminded of an unlikely friendship between a Swiss psychiatrist and the Hopi tribe chief. The psychiatrist was none other than Carl Jung.