Inner and Outer

I&O&Us

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Tonight I begin offering a 3-session series in Salt Lake City, three hours for each of the next three Mondays. I’m hosting it with my friend and colleague Kinde Nebeker. It is called the Inner and Outer of Evolutionary Leadership.

What “Evolutionary Leadership” means is one of the questions that we will engage. What’s different about that? What does that naming open up for us? What skills are needed? What dispositions? What practices? It is important to me to hold this term with some softness, just as it is with most other terms. It isn’t the precise definition that matters. Rather, it is our ability to be in relationship with those words as a symbol of something that is dynamic.

This series builds on what Kinde and I offered last October, some of which is harvested in the above photo.

Our focus for the first session is on the inner work of showing up. Presence is a central theme. Why presence now? What’s going on in the world that makes this important in and for any of us? What are the many ways that we can increase or practice our presence? What is one simple practice?

The second session will turn attention to the outer of hosting and convening people. Asking good questions. Creating ways for people to turn to one another. Harvesting.

The third session will give attention to integrating the inner and the outer. No, that is not perfect — I don’t want to unintentionally claim it to be so. In fact, one of the underlaying premises for me is that we must become more comfortable with uncertainty. No matter what we do in our jobs, in our families, and in our communities there remains fundamental uncertainty. I would suggest our efforts to ignore this or deny this create a lot of stress and misdirection together as we build programs and initiatives to remove something that can’t be removable. We don’t talk about that much, yet it feels essential.

I like the feeling of this beginning. Kinde is an excellent companion to work with. Ready, go.

Tender Emotions are Good Teachers

Grandma, Isaac

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In the last six months, I have had to say two kinds of very significant goodbyes. One was with my 18 year-old son (featured on the right in the above photo), departing for two years of service in a faith community. It is two years in which 99% of my communication with him will be by email. That’s quite a shift. Saying that final goodbye with that final hug was a time of very raw and tender emotion. That’s my boy. On his way to becoming man in many ways, both through the direct experience he would have and through his physical age. Learning to live on his own. Being committed to service.

The other significant goodbye was with my Grandmother dying this week (on the left above). She was 95, departing for good from this body that has held her, yet was breaking down. This goodbye too, was very raw and tender. That’s the Grandma that held me up physically, and in other ways, many times in my life. She cheered for me. She claimed me.

In both of these goodbyes, I noticed that they were particularly ripe times to say what needs to be said. I was thoughtful, noticing words and phrases and wishes coming to me. I was hoping I would be able to say the right words to create closure for my son, for my Grandma, for me, and for our relationship. “Grandma, thank you for your life. I will remember you. Go find Grandpa (who had died 10 months previously).” Or, “When you are ready, you can go. I’m proud of you. You have done well. Nothing more to do here.”

In both of these goodbyes, I noticed that whatever I choose to say to my son and to my Grandma were really good things to hear as if being spoken to myself and about myself. I’m not talking about thinking it that way — “hmm, what are the words I want to hear?” Rather, just noticing that in the rawness with these two people I love dearly are really keen reminders that are really applicable to myself, important to hear, provide direction, or just offer courage and kindness.

  • “Thank you for your life.” — Remember gratitude. There are people who are changed because of me. In specific relationship, yes, but also, just through my being.
  • “I will remember you.” — Others remember me. How do I remember people? Do I take the time to notice something about them? Do I share a gratitude? Am I deliberate about it?
  • “Go find Grandpa.” — When I shared with my 18 year-old son that his Great Grandmother was passing, I suggested he watch for her, that he might find some help through her. I don’t really know if that is true. It is a comforting thought though, right. The encouragement is to remember that we are not alone. No, not alone.
  • “When you are ready, you can go.” — Ahhh, isn’t it important to remember that we have choice. Maybe not everywhere. Maybe not in death, though I have often felt that death is for many, a choice. To remember that in the vigil I was holding with Grandma, it wasn’t really about me. I would have willed her to die so as to ease her suffering. Perhaps to ease my suffering in watching her suffer. But it wasn’t about my timing. It was about hers. How much would it change how we work and be together if we remembered, even honored, that we don’t control timing of all things.
  • “I’m proud of you.” — Lend courage. Oh, how good it feels to have people lend us their courage from time to time, doesn’t it. To mark us. To claim us. To be noticed. Not through an ulterior motive. Just through description and witnessing.

I love both of these humans. Deeply. Our partings influence me very much. Somehow, I can feel my voice echoing back through them to me. Raw, tender emotions are rather good teachers and companions, aren’t they.

Great Grandma Gould

Grandma Gould

Great Grandma Gould, Fern Janette Gould
January 1, 1921 – February 23, 2016

I learned a lot about holding vigil this past week. Sleepless nights. Soft voices. Appreciations. Encouragement to go.

But for now, it’s just love and gratitude for a tremendous person that is deeply in my heart.

Jump Over the Moon

My last five days have been spent in vigil on behalf of my Grandmother, who, after experiencing a heart attack a week ago, is somehow still holding on. Grandma Fern. She is 95. Ten days ago she was going to movies, having dinner with family, attending church in her senior center. It was not uncommon to hear family talk about her making it to 100.

But things change. Sometimes rapidly. Whether the passage that is death, or other related passages that include loss of memory, loss of purpose, loss of bodily function.

I love Christina Baldwin’s writing. I love her friendship too. She wrote some of these passages recently, “Stardust, Black Holes, and Fog.” That post includes this poem below, crafted by her senior Mom.

“You see me sitting alone in my chair,

You think that I’m here, but I’m really out there—

Communing with angels, I’ll be with them soon, 

Just after I learn how to jump over the moon.”

I have another older friend who once told me, while in her 80s, “this getting old isn’t for sissies.” True, right.