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.
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