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What’s happening now in my outer and inner worlds (above and below the line) (inspired by Derek Sivers and Graham Allcott)

March 2019 'Spring is sprung the grass is riz ...'

I don't know who wrote this nonsense doggerel (maybe that prolific author Anonymous) but it well sums up the day I'm writing this, 29th March 2019. It continues ... I wonder where the birdies is?' Well I know where some of them are because I hear singing outside my window singing. The birds like me are glad that the dark days of winter are past.

Most years at this time, I start thinking about what work I might do in my little garden. But it's always been too late. This winter I changed the habit of a lifetime and have been quietly beavering away tidying and preparing - cold and damp but satisfying work. Also have made progress with projects which have been waiting too long for my attention like the fallen down bit of wall, installing water butts and the like. So now that the spring is sprung I am rewarded with wallflowers, spinach, a few broad beans and have chitting potatoes ready to plant. alt text

u.lab-S Virtual Listening Campus

I'm loving this. As a team member of one of the around 300 teams worldwide engaged in this four-month long programme I'm learning a lot. In February and March we met in Bonn, Germany to learn and practice the tools which can bring about profound, positive and sustainable social change. In my work I've previously come across and used variations of 3-D mapping and Social Presencing Theatre, so this was a chance to deepen my practice with the group of talented inspired and inspiring people working for good.

I hope I don't die before I get old

In December 1965 it was indeed 'my generation' when I heard The Who singing they wanted to die before they got old. Well they are still going, sort of, strong all these years later and so, sort of, am I. My son and daughter escorted me to Glastonbury (tick that off my bucket list) a couple of years ago and I was proud to wear my specially made My Generation T-shirt when The Who headlined on the Pyramid stage.

As I approach my 69th birthday in May, this winter and this spring is a time of reflection about all that has come to pass over the decades. I'm wondering if this is the beginning of a slow descent to the grave or is a time of deepening and finding a new form for my way of being in the world. I wonder. I hope I don't die before I get old. More stuff to do. Time will tell.

Posted on 31-03-2019 at 22:03

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