More on Time and Gifts

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More on Time and Gifts

After worrying about not having enough time for everything our group had planned for our agenda--and finding that the retired Methodist missionary women, who knew nothing about the time bind, had gifted me three packets of Thyme seeds (enough thyme/time, you think?)--I began wondering about gifts. 

Where do gifts come from? Can we recognize them for what they are?  Does the giver understand the power of the gift?  And do we realize what we have been given?  Especially when we are stressed, or anxious, or rushing about. 

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Enough Time

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Enough Time

I was in the midst of a recent leadership development program, where we were juggling a complex time schedule and wondering if we had enough time for everything we had planned. We visited a home for retired Methodist missionaries and in the gift bag they gave each of us were three packets of thyme seeds. I loved the pun: plenty of thyme/time. And almost immediately my longtime friend Diane Cory sent me this story.  It seemed apt, and I wanted to share it with you. 

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Flourishing

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Flourishing

These past few days I've been at Case Western Reserve University for a huge gathering focused on human and environmental flourishing. It was a celebrational time as the focus was our new book Flourishing Enterprise; the new spirit of business.

The remarkable synchronicity of chance meetings and the joy of seeing old friends was huge for me.

I met wonderful people through my work with poetry and sat with strangers only to find we had heart connections and good friends in common.

Toward the end of the time there I was thanking Bruce Cryer, former CEO of HeartMath, for wonderful comments about the power of the arts as a force for health. He handed me his card and there was the name of his latest venture: What makes your heart sing?

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Questions and Listening

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One of the practices that I use in various leadership programs is what I call "soft-ball" questions--questions to which only the person we are asking could possibly know the answer,  And once we get the answer we can't possibly second guess the person.  They are the complete authority on their answer.  Questions like: "When did this first begin to trouble you?"  "What have you thought about doing?"    These questions which come from the hundreds of year old Quaker tradition of the clearness committee draw out the wisdom of the other--or as Parker Palmer says, they"listen the other person into their own knowing."  

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Flourishing Enterprise

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Flourishing Enterprise was written with eight colleagues who bring wildly different backgrounds and perspectives--all of whom intend to contribute to the possibility that the human species and all other species might flourish together on the earth, forever.  Published by Stanford University Press, and under the auspice of the business school at Case Western Reserve, it is the result of three years of arduous and challenging dialogue and exploration.

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The Antique Lilac

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The Antique Lilac

This year, after a miserably long and cold Michigan winter, the natural world up North is full of blooming wonders.  And one of the most remarkable examples of the exuberance of this spring is the antique lilac that lay on the ground for years behind the forsythia out by the road,  and which we hoisted up a couple of years back with a clothes-line tied off on a cedar stump.  In past years, if there were a bloom or two we were impressed.  But this year, the lilac, here to prove that age has nothing to do with vitality and creativity, has done itself proud.  Virginia Woolf said "I don't believe in aging.  I believe in forever altering one's aspect to the sun."   I guess we helped the lilac do that:  we altered the lilac's aspect to the sun.  Interesting to ask ourselves how we do that for each other.

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Living Things

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Living things 

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Are shaped 

By seeking light— 

Sometimes, 

Given the space, 

They can grow 

Straight and full— 

Yet context isn’t 

Always easy. 

That tree we passed— 

The trunk twisted— 

Had fought for light, 

I think, 

Until some 

Winter ice storm 

Years ago 

Had broken down 

Whatever blocked its 

Early path, 

And it began to 

Grow straight up. 

Like us, 

Its work is simple— 

Living through the storms, 

Continuing to grow 

Toward the light. 

 Judy Brown, June 13, 2012

-from Stepping Stones to be released Fall 2014, contact us to reserve a signed copy.

Mottled Donkey

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Mottled donkey 


The mottled donkey, 

Large ears up, 

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Grazing, or just 

Standing near 

The race horse, 

Plays a role 

Almost invisible 

To us. The horse, 

The horse’s owners, 

Know the truth: 

The race horse 

Needs the donkey’s 

Calming presence. 

I am the donkey. 

I am that one. 

 

 Judy Brown, December 15, 2013

-from Stepping Stones to be released Fall 2014, contact us to reserve a signed copy.

Turning Points and Steppingstones

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Turning points and steppingstones 


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The turning points, 

The steppingstones 

Often arrive 

As some adversity 

Or opportunity— 

She said that 

With a depth of 

Understanding 

From her life— 

Out of the blue 

And unexpected— 

Years later 

She would see 

The path 

They had created— 

But in the moment 

Only confusion, 

Some surprise, 

Or grief, uncertainty 

About what 

Lay ahead. 

Her words still ring: 

The turning points 

In life oft show themselves 

As some adversity 

Or unexpected opportunity. 

And those to come? 

Those too. 

 

 Judy Brown, May 5, 2012

-from Stepping Stones to be released Fall 2014, contact us to reserve a signed copy.

A further thought in line with the poem: A gift of a quote from a colleague from a Portuguese proverb that the French love to use--"God writes straight on crooked lines"--profoundly true in so many things that happen that may seem bad but actually turn out for the best.

Snow Days

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Snow Days

 

There isn't anything

more full of life and joy

that one's own child

who doesn't have

to go to school

because of snow.

 

The snowstorms

are an unexpected gift,

a time to snuggle

in a chair before a fire,

a time to play and laugh

and soak the laziness

into our bones,

a time to be

exceedingly undone.

 

For grown-ups such free days

are rare.  Our lives are focused by

the drumbeat of our work,

the cadence of impatient

fingers on a desk. 

 

Perhaps my child's lesson

is the one I need to learn--

there isn't anything

more full of

joy and fun,

than one entire day

that's full of snow

and free of everything

I thought was life.

-From The Sea Accepts All Rivers and Simple Gifts

 

Breathing Space

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Breathing Space

This week it got cold enough here in Maryland to have a fire in the fireplace.  The first fire of the season.  Marking a turning toward winter.  And for us, a chance to begin to make good use of the wood from the 100 year old oak that was felled by a sudden storm 18 months ago.  So this first fire was a ritual of sorts.  And also a reminder to me of the importance of creating spaciousness in our lives.

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Listen To The Music

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Listen To The Music

The dog with the ear-buds, eyes closed, in seeming ecstasy, absolutely stopped me in my tracks.  It was a picture on the cover of a journal (Heaven only knows I don’t need more journals—I have beautiful ones already, and I produce journals for other people).   I was on a mission getting ready for a program this coming week, cruising through Staples with a list of office supplies in my hand.  The dog with the ear-buds was not on the list. I couldn’t leave the store without the picture of that dog, eyes closed, completely engrossed in listening. 

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