I’m oriented to learning. In my core. I have been since the early days. My Grandmothers kind of baked it into me. And a few other important guides I’ve loved and that have loved me.
Whether it is learning about potted herbs, tomatoes, and peppers — like these above that Dana and I planted on the weekend — or about big stories with big sweeping purposes.
So often the purpose for me, the simple purpose, is to learn. It’s what we do. It’s what we are. Learn of self. Learn of others. Learn of going well together. Learn of surrender and flow.
You know. The basics that never end. Learn to be curious. To follow joy. To celebrate. To meet self and others where they are, with invitation to learn. To face hard things. To find meaning. To invite meaning.
So, a little Tuesday mix:
- From Meg Wheatley’s newest book Restoring Sanity, “…leadership has never been more difficult…we need to restore sanity by awakening the human spirit…through generosity, creativity, and kindness”
- From the Poet Mary Oliver, “Instructions for living a life: Pay attention. Be astonished. Tell about it.”
- From my recent conversation with Toke, “…life is wise…what joy to be living ourselves and in company of others with such learning…”
- Back to Meg, “life always moves to higher order; it uses messes to get there…”
There is joy, much joy to me, to orient to learning. It centers me. Just like my Grandmothers. And these pots of herbs, tomatoes, and peppers planted with Dana.
Yes, joy. Even in the season of mourning.
A bow Saoirse. In all of it.