Showing posts from May, 2013

of ebbs and flows

'Ministry is like a duck swimming on a pond: calm on the surface, lots of work under the surface.'

Last week, a friend shared this idea that he had heard from a colleague earlier that week, and it felt to me to describe my state of being that week. I went home ready to write a self-satisfied blog post about how I had finally learned the art of effective paddling, so as to be doing a lot of work beneath the surface while maintaining an outward calm.

That was last week.

Last week, the 'to-do' lists effectively guided me through the myriad tasks. Last week, I started most days with tai chi; walked most afternoons. Last week, I was in a zone, in the flow, keeping all the balls I juggle in the air ... last week.

This week, it is a different story. I haven't started the day with tai chi once. I haven't walked once. The 'to-do' list tasks have been rolled from one day to another with an efficiency more reminiscent of Klinger's first weeks as company clerk …

speaking up for kindness

This morning at the petrol station, as I was filling up my car, the attendant came out and spoke to another customer, who was filling cans in a trailer. Apparently you're not supposed to leave them in a trailer, but instead take the cans out to fill them. The customer was not impressed, arguing some credentials in the area of workplace safety, but as the attendant insisted, he acquiesced. Then loudly, once the attendant had returned inside, and this customer took cans off the trailer and filled them, he yelled back towards the shop, aggressively. A friend of this customer happened to be there, and they got talking. As I returned to my car, I threw over one line - 'she's just doing her job', was told I hadn't been invited into the conversation, replied, 'fair enough', and went on my way.

As I thought about why I had bothered, I thought, perhaps I have planted a seed. Then I thought, I could write about that on my blog; and as I wondered if, to supplement my …

of special days

I have been pondering in recent weeks, the implications of the special days we celebrate in our society. In Australia, one of the biggest national holidays is ANZAC day (for those further afield, Australia & New Zealand Army Corps; 25 April marks the day a very large contingent of this Corps fell victim to a rather significant error in judgement on the part of the British army, under whom our nations fought, on a beach in Turkey). I often feel conflicted on ANZAC day, and this year, I was trying to understand why.
Clarity hasn't arrived just yet, but my ponderings on this subject have been joined this week by ponderings about Mother's Day. And as I sit with the questions that arise for both these days, I begin to expand my view to other special days my community, my country, celebrates: two of the bigger days in Australia are Melbourne Cup Day (when the nation stops for a horse race), and Grand Final Day (Australian Rules Football) (Rugby Grand Finals don't have the sa…

of exploring, and taking, my place: TEDxAdelaide Part Three

The final part of the TEDxAdelaide day was drinks and nibbles at the University Hub. But before that, there was one more talk. Mine.

As Kristin introduced me, she said it was a privilege to do so, and her excitement and anticipation of this story to end the day was both challenge and reassurance that this place on stage, this moment, was for me. It was both honour and responsibility, but I also took confidence from knowing that this is what I do; I gather people, I tell stories, I send us out again.

I had been nervous in the days leading up to this event, but after Friday's visit to Bonython hall to rehearse, meet Kristin and some of the other speakers, I settled into sheer excitement and anticipation of my own for what was shaping up to be - and indeed was - a fabulous day of stories and ideas shared in a generosity of spirit.

As I spoke, I could see people doing what I had been doing, engaging, responding, connecting - tweeting. Afterwards, it was affirming, humbling, delightful…

exploring together: TEDxAdelaide, Part Two

The warmth of the afternoon sun, the grass and bean bags said 'relax, this is a time to be nurtured by good food, company, and ideas.'
The wood panels and stone details of an old Adelaide building and the pipe organ processional said 'do pay attention, though, something special is happening here today.' 
And something special did happen at TEDxAdelaide – or many somethings special. I still don't think I've quite processed the day, the ideas, the meaning that will unfold in my living from this moment on.  Perhaps I will recap a few of my many tweets from the day - one way of keeping a record whilst also involving others in the day who couldn't be there but would like to have been. 
Sweet potato burnt data projectors & star wars inspired technology - great start to #TEDxADL !*
Will and Gavin took us on the rollercoaster of their story of inspiration and invention, overcoming challenges, accepting defeat in  race they hardly knew they were running, and some…

of exploring the city: TEDxAdelaide, Part One

Once we had registered for TEDxAdelaide, participants were invited to sign up for one or more walks through the city. On a day whose theme was 'Explore', the invitation was to explore the spaces in our city.

Options included tours of the tunnels and Haigh's chocolate factory, among other things. I chose a tour of the Migration Museum, as I've never been there before, and it seemed to me there might be some stories to discover there. This was scheduled for late in the morning, so first, I downloaded the stereopublic app to my phone and explored the city for some quiet spaces.

The very act of stopping invited me to pay attention - as I did, I heard voices, families enjoying each other's company; noticed the ebb and flow of traffic, discovering the spaces, the stillness, between the movement; heard, saw, felt the beating wings of twenty-odd pigeons taking flight off the side of a building; marvelled at the play of the sun and shade, the architecture, a lone pigeon hud…