Calling to speak

I joined with other officers in my company today to review our mission and values as part of developing a new five year strategic plan. There were almost fifty of us.

The conversation was so rich and resulted in some remarkable changes. I wonder why? Everyone in the room is very smart in one way or another. Everyone is very committed to the organization and to our social change mission. But I've been in meetings with the group before and the level of creativity and collaboration did not reach today's achievements.

I think it was because everyone in the room was committed to everyone else having a voice. That respect was clear and it called out to folks to contribute. Without being trite I can say that it was an honor to be part of the event with this group.

Trust opened my eyes

Tonight I went to the Flowing Water Sangha for 1/2 hour evening meditation. The group meets just around the corner from my house but I've only been there for special weekend events, never during the week.

Tonight I'm a bachelor and got home from work dragging a funky mood around with me. I stopped and thought about heading over, realized that sitting would be a helpful response to my mood; and that I am committed to sitting so why wouldn't I go sit.

It was a small group. We sat for half an hour and were done. I got a hug and headed for home. Once outside I heard geese, looked up and saw a V of geese not more than 50 feet above, heading north of all directions. Beauty in flight. Beauty inside.

All was perfect when got home. Just as all was perfect when I had arrived home earlier in the evening also. Blessings do not recognize blindness. Trust opened my eyes.

Why Insecure

Why insecure we humans?

But first, what is our reaction when insecure?

That's the key to the Why question.

Be brave.

Truth is here

So little honesty here,
so weary this deception.
Complexity just hides the fear.
Truth is here, breathe it in.

Comfort horizons

These extra couple days of winter don't seem so bad knowing that Spring will be back soon. That's a time horizon to which I can attach hope. A comfort horizon.

How does that work? I have different length comfort horizons for different future events. My three o'clock in the afternoon doldrums will be over by six, that's easy. My chronic nerve condition will last until death, also easy. But in the midst of Winter it is so hard for my body and emotions to hold onto hope.

Maybe trust is the secret.

Winter's last kiss is
cute, maybe affectionate.
Trust her, she'll be back.