How often do you become aware of your body? I mean, really aware. Aware to the point that you can distinguish between your consciousness — the dynamic thinking, feeling, sensing, perceiving part of yourself — and the flesh, bones, muscles, tendons, veins, arteries, organs and more that make up your body.
A friend of mine once said to me, "You're so in your body." I didn't know how to take it — was he criticising me for being too literal or not philosophical enough? Or was he complimenting me for being down-to-earth and grounded?
"Conversations with God" author Neale Donald Walsche tweeted about good and bad a couple of days ago. It got me thinking about diversity.
As you know, my perspective reframes the model of categorisation and representation, which most people associate with diversity. For me diversity is the synergy of our uniqueness and commonality.
But Walsche's tweet got me thinking again. He said:
This news item about encouraging bread makers to add folic acid to prevent Spina Bifida got me riled up, particularly because it totally excluded the voice of people living with the condition.
I tweeted reporter Jerram Watts:
An article in this morning's local rag gives me a perfect opportunity to begin to share with you some of the insights I gained at the retreat I attended last week on polarity, run by the superb Sue Davidoff and Allan Kaplan of the Proteus Initiative in South Africa (I've mentioned Allan and Sue, and the amazing insights I've had through their teaching, in other posts).
The retreat looked at the impact of polarity in its many forms. More common examples of polarity are light and dark/shadow, finite and infinite, growth and decay. Some of the less obvious aspects we worked with were detail and form, extensiveness and intensiveness, and our impact on the world and others' impact on our world.
[Update 23 October 2013: After making a complaint, I'm pleased to say I had a successful resolution to my issue with Vodafone.] Today I had shocking customer service from Vodafone and then watched news items saying the Government intends to legislate against window washers at traffic lights.
Sure, those window washing guys are sometimes annoying – but usually they're good guys. I never have cash to pay them (and couldn't get to it if I did) and they've always been sweet. But then, they're earning $100 an hour tax-free, according to one transparent TV News interviewee.
Nearly 15 years ago, when I was 30 (he says, suddenly realising his age), I read millionnaire and "Rich Dad, Poor Dad" guru Robert Kiyosaki's second book, The Cashflow Quadrant. It changed my life in many ways, including increasing what Kiyosaki terms my Financial IQ. But most of all it began me thinking about the spectrum of freedom and security.
Financial freedom, Kiyosaki believes, is the key to wealth. It requires a leap of faith, however, to abandon the security of a salary or welfare payment and become self-employed, a business owner and/or investor. Nevertheless, choosing financial freedom was why left my job in 1998 and became self-employed, rather than going on a benefit. I've never regretted it.
If you know me well, you'll be aware I'm not a fan of the monetary system, but we're stuck with it for now, and better to know how it works than not. The idea of freedom and security reaches a lot wider though.
Seth Godin is a well-known entrepreneur. I'm not even sure what his claim to infamity is, I confess - hang on, let me Google...
SETH GODIN has written thirteen books that have been translated into more than thirty languages. Every one has been a bestseller. He writes about the post-industrial revolution, the way ideas spread, marketing, quitting, leadership and most of all, changing everything.
He's may not be specific but he's a great thinker.
I really can't believe it's been two weeks since I last blogged. So much is happening at the moment that I have this sense of simply lurching from one activity to another. But the catapulting is fun and the landing points are fascinating, so I'm simply observing with interest, sometimes wonder, at my varied trajectory.
Yesterday saw me land at two destinations (incidentally among five, which saw me breach my cardinal scheduling guideline of no more than three major appointments per day) which involved conflict. One was a formal human rights process, where I was supporting the complainant; the other a collegial misunderstanding where, as "employer", I had a responsibility to facilitate an exploration and resolution.
The content of each circumstance was meaningful to all parties, but is meaningless in this context, which is lucky, because I couldn't tell you anyway.