What does this time ask of me?

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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. + Sue Heatherington There is so much going on, and we can feel overwhelmed. Yet together, we can kindle … Read more

Seeing is different to looking

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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.

Shifting the conversation for good

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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

Being awake to new possibilities

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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.

The challenge of retracing our steps

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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.

On being above the line

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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