The ball … it didn’t get dropped. It got set on a shelf, set down, put in the closet… Like a game that hasn’t been played in a long time, just now, it is being discovered again. There it is. To expect that the players who are finding it, just now, are as skilled as those who put it away several years ago, well that is a funny moment. … to expect a skill, that has not been practiced for some time, to spring fully formed, with the new team… well, that is fantasy. Funny fantasy. As a team rebuilds, practices the basics, drills the plays, forms into a practiced team… then the magic of collaborative team begins to emerge. As with all games, we get good, we get very good, we have a couple of years of amazing run, we get old, … if we are really complete, we allow the grace of retirement to come as the practices skills came… we make room in the lineup to emerge new talent, we foster that talent. If not, the game gets put away, gathers dust for a bit … then, the ball gets found by a new, green, excited player… and the wonder of the season’s turn begins again.
What happens when leadership, made new, must grow up in that leadership? What happens when, in throwing the bums out, the new folks, find that there are many things that need to be worked through. The simple fix … may not be a fix at all. So, in genuine good faith, the work begins anew. In that newness is the journey of leaders. It is easy to stand in any position and cast dispersion upon ‘them’ who could not understand. From the floor or the chamber to the dais and back again. But, but when the floor and dais work in concert, then magic happens. The sky and stars become the limit. To have enough sure faith in self and the collective… there is a moment. It can be any moment. It is not magic. It is the hard connection, engagement and faith of both the floor and dais, in concert. On this, the rising song line.
Feeling who think or thinking who feel…
“Most of us think of ourselves as thinking creatures that feel, but we are actually feeling creatures that think.”
- Dr. Jill Bolte Taylor -
On the rising song line of this morning. Glorious dawn. Songs playing in the music box in my head... shared via internet... a rehearsal recording, raw, rough, glorious in all the views... on the rising song line of this morning. The road rising to greet with a song, good companions and a stop just around the corner... on the rising song line.
Early in ranching, actually, over and over again, a decision point comes. The point where, after all thinking, analysis, prototyping, there is a moment of deciding. Realizing that each day is many of those points. The delight in that realization. So, as early so now. The learning does not stop. The more I learn. The less I know. That is a good moment.
Thinking of Napa, surrounding area and foundational shaking. When the very foundations of life shake. When we then respond by demanding more secure foundations. Which, are not a foundation but the keel of the boat that is the building. The sea upon which it sails is the land... We demand a stronger keel against a sea that may be moving in a storming direction. The application of a solution to a system that has more flex at different points. All of this makes no difference if the roof has collapsed. It is the shelter and the people of who I think at this moment.
"The Timeless Way of Building" by Christopher Alexander leapt off the shelf a couple of days ago. I backed into this book after reading the "A Pattern Language" ... Mathematician, builder, architect, philosopher, wonderful story teller, ... Chris Alexander, the day I met him, was wearing a rumpled coat, a wide knit tie, and as we walked, he and his wife were discussing travel plans that had gone far afield from plan. We, the three of us, laughed at the thought as we waited for the light to change. This was the first of three morning visits on the way to a meeting. We repeated the visits in the late afternoon too. The simple sharing of travel plans gone far afield... laughter. Bemused laughter.
As I opened the timeless way... all that sharing poured into memory. The words took on new meaning from the point of view of shared moment. And it is as if I had never read the book and that I have always known the book. It happens with songs sometimes. Heard or sung, a song can trigger that pouring into memory. This day, on the rising song line, that burbling stream of pouring memory brings a smile and a head tip to promethium charm, humor and bemused grace.
"What you search for, you will find." Don't know who said it or if that saying is complete... just am struck that many systems decide a course of response to a 'problem' and then seek to first, prove the problem and then apply the solution as conceived. Generally driven by an interest who has figured out a way to engage the money.
When the search becomes observation, the finding emerges very differently. The link between apparent outcome and how a system actually functions may not reveal itself except by just observing.
The veiling of reaction in the language of response and the searching to link the money flow to the problem... very subtle in difference with the sophisticated searcher or the sophisticated observer. The two behaviors may look much the same. The fostering of the solutions, or systems adjustments is usually not. One has a price tag and an 'expected' outcome. The other may be adjusted through new behavior which may include fallowing. Very different indeed.
To delight in doing the work that is really, really, really, really demanding, rewarding, soul-feeding, and interesting... hones the skills, draws new insight and invites the best of the 'skin' in the game. As with practicing, the getting better sometimes means casting off a way of seeing or doing that allows new ways. Even an old practiced way becomes new with the sharpening of skills through disciplined practice. The delight in the work. The really, really, really, really demanding, rewarding, soul-feeing and interesting work...
Meeting with the newest of the teachers today. When one this good shows up it is daunting. The level of demand, even what is being taught is sometimes hidden in the lesson.
To figure out the lesson. To engage the teaching. To understand the moment of clarity in that sense of 'good learning.'
In this meeting is the new observing that all may be taught in a single session. The need to repeat and repeat may not be needed for this lesson. It may all rush and then need to be taken and practiced. Much as a master class ...
The anticipation is just that, excited and as prepared as possible. The old adage... breathing is not over rated is even a note to self... with a smile and a light step it is off, once again to school. The delight in knowing that the more I learn, the less I know.
When the rising song line calls and we are freed from a worry, when the song line calls to dance. Then, Gathering, we dance!
He who would finish is the winner. We all finish. We are all first and last. It is only how we choose that is the contrast. For, we all finish and we are all both first and last.
The thought: How can it be fair to have he/she having all that negative power? How can they be so mean? How can that be fair? How is it that they cannot see that I am working as hard as I can to do their bidding? The answer to how is yes. There is the answer. Yes.
How perfect is that thinking? How perfect is that thought? The answer to how is yes. The answer to how is yes.
When big and small unite there is the unified field.
Once the trash is picked up, there is no need to maintain the relationship with those who cleaned it up for we have done the whole of the project. When the purpose is to … find another trash pile, we stop being collaborative and become instead mercenary.
The funny thing about beginning a campaign with rhetoric that is about the end of the universe… after a time it becomes self fulfilling. When we do good, it feels good. When we gather and do good together, it feels good. Then we try to institutionalize that good feeling. Not the doing good; the feeling good. We forget, like childbirth, the pain of committing to creation. So, we just want to feel good. If we begin with a vision. The vision gets us through the hard stuff. It works the same for good or for ill. That is the challenge. it works the same for good or for ill.
Living is an amazing thing. To return to a place, long ago a familiar haunt, and have it so changed that it is now all new. What an adventure. This morning is that kind of trip. To begin again in a new idea that is actually an old idea that is now come around again. ... What is imagined... I imagine the work of finding a couple of solutions that are simple and clear. With power it is the storage issue. The power itself is abundant and constant. The issue is the storage. How to store, in slow and deep cells, that which is produced in the day and may be needed in the night. To provide simple light in the dark and then when not needed, to allow for cycling in slow and clear simple form. The wide variation is that which demands things. If it slows down, then the demand is more clear and the recharge also. Then to water. We are surrounded by water and yet it is held in forms that are not usable. To make that source usable in ways that are modular and allow for small and affordable units to meet needs. As each need is met, the unit is limited. An integrated, modular response to a need. Simple.
There is a call to solution. Rising from within. A solution that is just the quiet moment of this time. Understanding that the waring factions would prefer to maintain a set of infrastructure ... no disruption. Just the demand that all support this worn out and fragile set of ties. To maintain the 'status' of what is with no heed to that which is becoming all around.
It is as if we are running the ship hard in the night. Fog all around. With the islands or icebergs so clear ... yet we still charge forward. The outcome is predictable. Just as lemmings over the cliff. It is not something to save. It is something to recognize. In that recognition is the simple act of stepping out of the flow and watching for a bit.
Then the new idea can arise.
There is just that little breeze. The breeze of change. When we step back and make room for that little breeze of change. When the door is suddenly open, the sail suddenly raised... It is a good thing. That little breeze. A wind in the door.
When 'we' use something that would not be appropriate in our own house or at our own table... then we have become the terrorists. The lizard brain. The ... re-actor. You should not have... What is that set of words saying? Just as when a friend, from her perspective says... oh come on... that is easy. In a moment when even breathing is not easy. In a moment when even breathing is not easy. And then, the characterization of ... you ran away. You failed me. You did not do that which was my expectation. That is the moment. The layered, reactive moment. It calls out in the cry of a babe ... wishing for arms of care. The moment of ... failed moment. The rejection moment. The moment of failure. Later, on the other side, breathing continues; or not. And the sun comes up, the oceans of wind roll over the earth. Reflection in a time, perhaps as this reflection, much later, a decade later. The warm moment from that time. Being fed on an early morning, sitting in a stair well and letting the meat juices roll down my neck. So good. That taste of food. Food for the soul. In all of the failures that were healed in that morsel of food. A gift from creation. A gift from God. In this moment, another healing. The healing of awareness to the sense of words as the lash of the cat. The lash of 'should' or 'should not' the lash of 'do' or 'don't' ... each in context, the expectant lash from the expectant expectation. The 'we' or 'us' in the dance of expectational relationship. The changing moment of link to lash or lash to link; for the shift, the healing, the change, it can go both ways in the blink of an eye.
Eclectic - With a hint of pepper