Becoming Present Again

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Some simple wisdom from colleague and friend Ria Baeck, who lives in Belgium.

“In daily life the point is not so much about being present, but the clue is always how to become present (again) when we have fallen into our default way or reacting; or how do we widen our perception and become present to more of what is going on in life.”

It is the “present again” part that really catches my attention. When the wobbles come. When we are late for a meeting. When someone else shows up late. When people disagree vehemently. When outrage is the default game. When triggers are activated.

Thanks Ria, someone whose thinking and presence I often enjoy virtually, and, when we were last together in person, for her birthday celebration with friends on a warm Belgium summer evening in her gardens seen above.

Organizations Are Living Systems

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In the mid 1990s, a few of the statements and questions that most formed me were spoken by my mentor and friend, Margaret Wheatley. Meg was inspired often by the beauty of the red rock areas of the American southwest (this photo is from a trip I took in 2011).

Organizations are living systems.
Living systems have a capacity to self-organize.
If we knew more about how living systems organized themselves, how might it change the way we organize human endeavor?

I didn’t really know it then, but Meg was creating a narrative, the kind of narrative that can change not only how we think about ourselves and each other, but also, what we are even able to see about ourselves and each other. At the time, and I believe largely still true today, these statements and this question challenged the much defaulted-to narrative of command and control that proclaimed and instilled, “the more we get better at controlling people and systems, the better.”

Perceptual psychology has long taught us the principle that “what we see is what we know.” The command and control paradigm is one example of that. Early organizational theory was heavily influenced by military and religious models that advocated and imposed a kind of hierarchical control. That’s what we saw. That’s what we knew. That’s what we tried to do. That’s what was smart.

It’s been 20+ years now. I love how there are many people and organizations that have accepted this living systems narrative, or are trying to practice it more fully and more deeply. People are learning more ways to turn to one another. People are engaging each other in inquiry and in story-telling. People are welcoming a different kind of efficiency that comes through clarity of purpose and timing. It’s great to see.

Recently, a local colleague, Kinde Nebeker, and I, completed offering a 3-session series called The Inner and The Outer of Evolutionary Leadership. Each week Kinde and I offered 2-3 resources as pre-reading or pre-viewing. For the third session, we offered the three resources below that I believe, further encourage the narrative, and the ability to see, a living systems paradigm.

Maybe changing a narrative takes 20+ years. I suppose I’ve wanted to believe it is much faster than that. True for some. Not for others. Changing the narrative of a people, as a group, is even more involved.

But stories like those above, quirky as they sometimes can feel, are helping. I’m glad for bacteria and the Bonnie Basslers of the world, the plants and the Dan Cossins of the world, the Kinde Nebekers of the world that are helping this narrative and way of being take further root.

White Privilege II

White privilege is a bit painful to learn and see in oneself. I write those words as one who is white. The blind spots are a bit embarrassing. There is a kind of shame that many of us feel. There is an awakening that needs to be encountered individually, yet I find, experienced communally.

Awareness of white privilege pops the bubble of many mythical stories that I’ve grown up in, yet didn’t know about. I didn’t grow up in intentional malice or prejudice. We were and are good people. But therein lays a seduction and distraction — a blindness to “othering” and to categorical privilege.

I’m learning. I’m grateful for big-hearted friends, particularly those honest enough to explore a shame and kind enough to know there are many layers of undoing.

Last night I saw this clip from Macklemore, the American rapper and songwriter, as he appeared on The Late Show with Stephen Colbert. This song is a collaboration with Ryan Lewis. It features Jamila Woods. This goes well with another song from the same album, This Unruly Mess I’ve Made.

There is a lot that I love in this song. That includes the honesty and truth-telling that seems prerequisite to any level of societal or personal change.

 

Little Things

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I’m pretty much an early morning person. I like to wake around 6:00. I like to get the day started. To feel like I’m accomplishing things. It’s my upbringing. My Mom was this way when I was young. My Grandparents were this way too.

Today was not one of those days. I woke from a dream that had me a bit sad. My body felt stiff and sore from the spring yard work that I’d done on the weekend. My dog woke me three times in the night to go outside — perhaps a bit going on in his stomach. I ate too much food on the weekend, which I enjoyed in the moment, but felt lousy about after. I hadn’t exercised on the stationary bike (because I was doing yard work instead). And it was the first Monday of daylight savings time. The light in the morning was just off.

I accept that there are days like this, when it is a wee bit harder to get going. It is part of life, right. There are times to just dwell in what does not feel like it is going so well.

Today was not a day to dwell in that. Far too much to do and with some immediate accountabilities in the day. So now what?

I found myself looking for the little things. I can’t figure our the whole picture of things, or, my energy just isn’t there. So, it’s best to follow my friend Charles’ advice, to just make good decisions for the next 15 minutes in front of me. Write in my journal. Good. Meditate. Good. Take in the back yard stream for a moment. Good. Blog. Good. Set up an appointment with my tax accountant. Good. Send my weekly email to my son on his faith community service. Good.

Little things.

In many ways I think of myself as a big picture person, able to hold a lot of complexity and contradictions. Maybe today will turn into that. But the start, sometimes, is just one little thing after another, to get through the morning and into all of those good things cued up for today.