Leadership Is…

…Choosing Your Words Carefully
I got slammed the other night over my choice of words. I am still trying to decide if it was a fair call or night. There are two teams that I operate in, and I was praising the relationships, atmosphere and ownership of the project of one team, to a member of the other. Said member, felt that my commentary on one team also housed a negative bias on the other. The basis of the argument is that because I’m a ‘crafter of words’ (his phrase, not mine), then the standards set for my words are much higher. His expectation is that I put the same amount of effort and craftsmanship into all my words and phrases.

The truth is, it’s just not so. I’m lazy, unstructured and unmotivated to construct all of my words so well. So lesson for the week, leadership is choosing your words well, regardless. Because it’s in the listening that you can’t rely on others.

Live Patiently with the “Not Yet”

This is a direct quote from Henri Nouwen’s journal, The Inner Voice of Love. I am in a deep season of ‘not yet’, just as I was standing at the cusp of a new dawn. I have suffered deep heartbreak before, stunning disappointment, crushing loss. Nouwen is the brother and shepherd that guides me home to the Father. So in my moments of deep despair, I always turn to him in the hope of finding my way back.

I’ve been listening to the words of songsmiths and poets, and in the moments of my own entrapment, I’ve held on to the strength I never had before. I know who I am, even if I am not known. The timing of the Lord is an unusual thing, because when He is ready, and I am ready.. maybe it doesn’t matter if the others aren’t ready. Nothing goes to waste, so I am strengthened with the affirmation, that indeed this season will come to pass. Newness and hope is around the corner. Meanwhile.. I am living with Not Yet, and having to learn a new humility, waiting for Judas to catch up.

A part of you was left behind very early in your life: the part that never felt completely received. It is full of fears. Meanwhile, you grew up with many survival skills. But you want your self to be one. So you have to bring home the part of you that was left behind. That is not easy, because you have become quite a formidable person, and your fearful part does not know if it can safely dwell with you. Your grown-up self has to become very childlike – hospitable, gentle, and caring – so your anxious self can return and feel safe.

You complain that it is hard for you to pray, to experience the love of Jesus. But Jesus dwells in your fearful, never fully received self. When you befriend your true self and discover that it is good and beautiful, you will see Jesus mere. Where you are most human, most yourself, weakest, mere Jesus lives. Bringing your fearful self home is bringing Jesus home.

As long as your vulnerable self does not feel welcomed by you, it keeps so distant that it cannot show you its true beauty and wisdom. Thus, you survive without really living.

Try to keep your small, fearful self dose to you. This is going to be a struggle, because you have to live for a while with the ‘not yet’. Your deepest, truest self is not yet home. It quickly gets scared. Since your intimate self does not feel safe with you, it continues to look for others, especially those who offer it some real, though temporary, consolation. But when you become more childlike, it will no longer feel the need to dwell elsewhere. It will begin to look to you as home. Be patient. When you feel lonely, stay with your loneliness. Avoid the temptation to let your fearful self run off. Let it teach you its wisdom; let it tell you that you can live instead of just surviving. Gradua1ly you will become one, and you wi11 find that Jesus is living in your heart and offering you all you need.

Henri Nouwen

Sticking In The Hard Places.

Life is really tough right now and day to day life is full of choices to do the right thing, the best thing, the grownup thing and the wise thing.

It makes my brain full, and there are too many things competing for attention in my headspace.

It was really good to regroup at the feet of my mentor and friend, Wok, yesterday. His words of wisdom and affirmation are like balm to the wounded soul. I’m soaking in Nouwen and getting ready to live in the pain that seems certain of this future.

It’s a process that includes a group of people, and we fill the spectrum in regards to our thoughts and feelings. A friend is trying to win me over to his side of the argument. Late last night I had to confront him and simply ask why he needed to win this argument so badly. He starts arguments about all sorts of things that always end being about this one core issue.

His honest response came, “Because this is so highly likely, that if you could just change your mind about *****, then it would be easier for you.”

but i have never loved the easy road
i like the rocky, turning path
i move around my shadow like the sun
i let the struggle break me til i’m soft
and i rise up the victor in the end
a softer girl than i began

I live in the shadowlands. it’s possible for me to wholeheartedly believe and want the best for someone, to see them fully and wholly embracing who they are. But that doesn’t always mean being on the same side, or in the same team. I can live with that, the holy disagreement. It sharpens our need and dependance on grace. Simply changing our minds is the easy way out for Christians.

Changing our minds probably reads more like burying the truth behind false humility, false grace and a hardness that means we lose something of ourselves. We change our minds, simply choosing not to confront the truth of what we think and feel.

I am not naturally prone to changing my mind. I’m more likely to grow into a new respect, a new belief, a new chapter than I am to change my mind. I prefer my mind to grow into opinions that differ or concur with the previous hypotheses and conclusions. It requires a softer approach to the shadows of grey. A willingness to listen more intently that rapid assumption requires. To truly live in the ‘benefit of the doubt’ means to learn to really listen to what is said, and not said with a fairer eye.

“The cup of life is the cup of joy as much as it is the cup of sorrow. It is the cup in which sorrows and joys, sadness and gladness, mourning and dancing are never separated. If joys could not be where sorrows are, the cup of life would never be drinkable. That is why we have to hold the cup in our hands and look carefully to see the joys hidden in our sorrows.” Henri Nouwen

Hope Dances.

Hope Dances.

once in the shadow of a dark moon
caught in the lamplight flicker
hope danced on a black sky
dimples of light where her feet landed

hope knows how to dance on the deep darkness
in the depths she latches on with fury
curls up her will into lightening
eyes flash and spirit leaps

i am living beyond the horizon
my whole life long
you’ll never catch me
nor trample the starlight I leave behind

Valentine’s Day

5.48 PM
A brotherly valentine from my favourite little brother, Luke. Aw shucks. Best friends and little brothers winning me over : 2
Overtly romantic gestures from potential soulmates : 0
Minutes spent smiling anyway : 24 and counting.

5.30 PM
A Valentine! Flowers and a balloon from the most gorgeous 6 year old boy I know.
Sure, his mum bought the flowers, but he carried them and chose the colours.

1.34 PM
Nothing to report and about to leave for a meeting in Penrose. Definitely unlikely to find any valentines there.

12.29 PM
Valentines delivered: 0
Boxes of CDs delivered from australian band Mark The Sky: 1 (CDs = 3)
Number of deliveries currently being counted as Valentines: 1

Nothing else to report.

10.51 AM
Not to limit his creativity just to “made in NZ” care packages, Si just climbed out the kitchen window and around to my office window, whereupon he drew flowers & a V-Day card on the glass with whiteboard markers. Unfortunately we caught him in the act, so it was less of a surprise and more watching a master at work.

10.27 AM
Read blogpost to officemates. Simon says “Oh.. Happy Valentines Tash!”. Is now disappointed that the rest of the world nows he took the cheap and easy option. In other news, Si’s Valentines gift was well received on the other side of the world where it really counts. Made the mother cry, we are very proud.

10.26 AM
Nothing to report, not even from the coffee guy. Huh.

9.50 AM
Nothing to report.

7.10 AM
Wished Happy Valentines to Jayden on our way back to Akld.