This week, to mark the first anniversary of this project, I am republishing favourite posts from each month of the first year of On Living and Working.This is from September 2013.--
Sometimes, in the midst of all our striving, longing, and reaching, our building of towers and the making of names for ourselves, it's important to remember that one day we will, with certainty, lose it all.Some of this will happen piece by piece. We'll gradually say goodbye to people as they leave life. We'll realise, perhaps suddenly, that their presence in the world touched our hearts and lit up our eyes. We'll find out that their worth is beyond words.And for all of us, the loss will also come entirely at once - maybe at a time when we least expect it, before we can even know it's happening - when it is 'I' who is leaving and it is others who have to say goodbye.Some of us take a long time to find all this out, holding our inner gifts back from the world until we're sure the time is just right - a time that may never come.But others seem to live with this understanding so fully in their hearts it's as if nothing is withheld. They've discovered that the point of life is life itself, and that each of us is simply another expression of life's beauty and wonder. And from this understanding flows their kindness, their generosity and their wisdom, so that they shine brighter than the sun.
For Christy
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On Living and Working is one year old today.363 posts so far, one for almost every day of the year.Writing daily since April 11th 2013 has been an illuminating, searching, and often joyful process - a practice in discovery, persistence, discipline, curiosity and self-kindness. And also, sometimes, a way in which I am finding a voice on behalf of much that seems very important to me.That other people read, pass what I've written on, and often respond has been an additional gift.So today, simply gratitude -
Do you ever have an experience where a familiar word, like queue or other or word itself, suddenly loses its familiarity and becomes strange to you?The experience can come by chance, though sometimes it's possible to make it happen by staring for long enough.
I wrote
What you really wantedHonest, enrolling conversations with colleagues and staff about progress, about what's important, about how they're doing, about what could change, and about what might be needed next.What you didForesaw all of the problems in doing this; felt your anxiety and the anxiety others would experience about being open in this way; and so invented a process instead: