DAWNING Letting go isn’t like flicking a switch,it’s not instantaneous or discrete. Instead, it’s sticky and wretched.Washed with tears that leavea crust of salty residue, andechoing fears of yielding too much, with nothing left, but shadows. Yet dawn light seeps through cracks,warming hands to open,revealing possibilities already therewaiting, in the seeds, becausethat’s where the miracle … Read more
Within the grip of winter, it is almost impossible to imagine the spring. The grey, perished landscape is shorn of colour. Only bleakness meets the eye; everything seems severe and edged. Winter is the oldest season; it has some quality of the absolute. Yet beneath the surface of winter, the miracle of spring is already … Read more
A shift occurs when we cross a threshold. It’s both external and internal, though not always immediately apparent. Because our surroundings change, and so do we. And when boundaries are protected to define who belongs where – we also create a new story about who we are. So this is not a space for those … Read more
Not to turn away,or yield to hopelessness,foregoing the utterance thatit’s impossible. Instead to face towards,to choose the possibilityand become the changeI want to see. Yet we do this together,because it takes twoto change the conversationfor good. There is so much going on, and we can feel overwhelmed. Yet together, we can kindle hope Pause. See. … Read more
We can focus our eyes in a specific direction or even search for something particular. But that doesn’t mean we are seeing it. Seeing involves opening ourselves, not just our eyes. And the act of seeing, of engaging, changes us. Are we seeing, or are we just looking? Pause. See. Re-story.
The subtitle of The Manifesto for Quiet Disruptors is: because it’s time to change the conversation for good. And as I’ve been pondering the development of The Art of Quiet Disruption, I’ve realised that this change is still at the core. Because what we talk about and how we speak is fundamentally an expression of … Read more
May my mind come alive todayTo the invisible geographyThat invites me to new frontiers,To break the dead shell of yesterdays,To risk being disturbed and changed. + John O’Donohue, from ‘A Morning Offering’, in Benedictus: A Book of Blessings This is not a comfortable or comforting space. But it is alive with possibilities.
When we try to retrace our steps, it often isn’t like we remembered. What we started out to do has changed. It has moved from a destination we thought we could describe to a journey we’re enrolled in. From an objective to an action. A becoming rather than a possession. And this changes us.
The chill of the fog hung in the valley like a cold weight. And walking up to the boy’s fields, higher on the hillside, felt laboured. Until I passed the line where the sun broke through. Slanting across the valley from the other side, it brought everything to life. And me to warmth. Nothing changed, … Read more
Have you noticed the colours are different this year? Autumn here in the valley has arrived. Seeping across the landscape rather than splashing about like a toddler with a paintbrush. And the greens. Vibrant, verdant greens announce there’s still life here. When usually, the greens are tired and dried, looking forward to the rest of … Read more