This morning I was reflecting on how Work and Play are often separated. And lo and behold a story spilled forth. : )
Once upon a time there was a boy named Dirk. He grew and became a man and every day he would go to the office and work. He dreaded these long hours, but he had bills to pay, and so he put his head down and just got through it. He was not happy in the least.
Meanwhile… Continue reading “let’s be friends”
Picture a bell curve. It’s a continuum with Forcing on one end and Avoiding on the other. In the middle is the sweet spot. It’s not a compromise of forcing and avoiding, but a different entity altogether.
If I’m in an improv scene and i’m trying to force one story into being, and my scene partner is attempting to force another scene, it does not work. (Actually it can get quite ugly.)
Alternatively, if we avoid stepping into the scene because we are thinking, “What if it doesn’t turn out like I want it to,” then the scene can be stagnant because you are missing ripe opportunities to show up.
This is true in life as well. When we force something into being – a relationship, a project, anything really – it may seem to be working out in the short term, but often – due to the forcing – you are pretending that things are ripe when they really are not.
And when we avoid things in life, for instance a crucial conversation* at work or your personal life, things fester. And in the short term things seem okay, but they are not and the longer it festers the harder it is to get out of avoidance. Continue reading “the sweet spot”
If there was a pill that would relieve worry, promote bonding, and catalyze you coming out of your shell would you take it? I’m writing as someone who has most of his life been more anxious than the average person. I know that drugs can be a help to some folks. AND, there’s another way.
Yesterday I had the opportunity to lead an improv workshop with my friend Stella at Skagit Valley College for ten participants. These faculty work in the Basic Education department providing critical education for those who are attending college for the first time. Some are immigrant people learning English; some are coming out of an incarcerated life; some have faced other difficulties that have created educational gaps for them. For many of these students just coming on a campus is big step in an unfamiliar world. So it’s not just the content they are learning, but a new way of being in the world. Continue reading “In less than an hour”
If ever there were a moment to Underthink It, it’s on New Year’s Day here at Lake Padden in Bellingham. It’s the annual Polar Bear Dip. And I decided yesterday that I would do it.
Here’s how it works: at noon on the dot, a bunch of people charge in the water, yelling and howling, dive in, and yell and howl some more as they make it back to solid ground. It’s quite exhilarating! And yes, it’s insane. I won’t argue with you on that point.
Yes, today the water temp was Continue reading “Yes, I’m diving in, And I’m not alone”
I learned a fair amount about stormwater pollution in my last job. The more obvious pollution is well obvious – oil spills and the like. What is less obvious is how sediment/soil runoff is also a pollutant. When fine sediment enters a stream it fills the interstitial spaces between the rocks and stones of the streambed. So what? Well, this is harmful because these spaces are where salmon lay their eggs. And if there are no spaces, there are no eggs, there is no continuation of salmon life in that place.
What are the interstitial spaces in our lives, bodies, days, hearts? Continue reading “Holding Space for Something New”
“The purest but rarest form of generosity is giving someone your attention”
On this past Valentine’s Day year, I had just finished work and I was walking down Railroad Avenue here in Bellingham. I glanced in through the front window of a local restaurant and here’s what I saw: a young couple in their 20s sitting across from each other, holding hands, and staring into each others eyes? (Oh David you’re so old-fashioned.) Nope. They were Continue reading “The Gift that Keeps on Giving”
Have you ever gone to pick an apple or a peach (or any fruit for that matter) and as you grasp it, you realize it’s already in your hand? If the path of your arrival has crossed the path of the apples growth, maturity, and its time of release, you’ve stumbled into a kairos moment.
The ancient Greeks had two words for time: chronos and kairos. We are steeped in thinking of time as chronos time — clock time. And with the advent of ”time technologies” like the clock, watch, and our accompanying obsession with speed and control, we get obsessed about time saving devices, and devices that trick us into thinking we are saving so much time. (please tell me where this Time Bank is if you know).
All the while Kairos time is alive and well, yet not as well known. Continue reading “noticing kairos moments”