As November draws to a close, we have been paid an uninvited visit from January. So ill-mannered and disrespectful of others traditions and norms. We’ve been experiencing piles of snow and bitter cold. January, you need to stop skulking around here and return to your proper place in the world order. That said, in January’s defence the world has become disordered the past few years. The pandemic, climate change, up flip-flopping with down, normal getting lost amidst uncertainty and, dare I say, a whole lot of crazy. What are we to do?
I suppose we need to decide for ourselves what will be our normal; what will give us our ground zero; what will give us a semblance of stability and comfort; what will provide meaning, well-being and joy in this climate of unpredictability. We just have to work with what we have, do our best while understanding that our best may vary from day to day and that’s okay. Above all, don’t forget to include fun.
As the saying goes, if there was no change, there wouldn’t be butterflies. May we all become butterflies. All that being said, January you still need to get out of Dodge and go back where you belong!
Sometimes the universe conspires for us when we least expect it. There must have been a wrinkle in time or something like that about 7 weeks ago. Twice a year I teach a course for a coach training institute. There’s a minimum number of students for the course to run. There is also a cap. I stress from time to time wondering if we will get the minimum even though we always do. This time something most unusual occurred. Not only did we reach the max enrolment, but the waiting list made up the equivalent of another full class. The head office asked if I would consider teaching both groups as 2 separate classes. I agreed. This was a first for me. I was both excited and a little nervous.
The classes were very different - very different life experiences outside of their studies and different vibes over all. Yet , both equally enjoyable and great to work with. There was even a broad international flavor which enhanced the experience. The countries represented included Canada, the U.S., Mexico, South Africa and Russia. Although this course was about enhancing coaching skills, some students shared some extraordinary personal stories. Everyone seemed to feel trust, support, genuine caring for each other.
I felt these classes were a real gift, perhaps more spiritually than tangibly. After each class, I felt a whole lot of gratitude and fortunate to be in this position. Sometimes things come together in a most unexpected and extraordinary way. A wrinkle in time? Perhaps. A blessing for sure.
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It’s still November. I ought not complain as I was noting last week how fast the months seemed to be rolling by. It’s more of a weather thing. November usually tends towards gray, dank, dreary, maybe a little snow, maybe some frosty nights. We actually have had an uncharacteristically warm month. Still dreary with serious cold heading our way. That is the downside. November does have it’s upside. There are several special days. Veterans/Remembrance Day, U.S. Thanksgiving, Advent, for example. Appreciation, gratitude, charity, kindness are top virtues of the month. Personally, I think they ought to be for every month.
Here’s the thing. Whatever happens, there is always another side of the story. We have to decide which side we want to focus on, which side will add to our well-being.
Here’s another side to the holiday fare. I saw this on Social and had to share.
I'm writing about some concerns I have as a turkey. It seems that in your infinite wisdom, you decided to make us fat, flightless, and evidently delicious.
Did we say something? Did we do something? Will our species become endangered?
Thomas Turkey, spokes-bird for our fretting flock
Suddenly it’s November. What happened to January through October? They came. They went. Now we find ourselves in ‘Tis the season’ all over again. It is a curious phenomenon how some days seem to linger endlessly, while the weeks and months fly by. Honestly, I don’t know how to feel about this. Have I missed something along the way? Was I not paying close attention? It’s all a little weird. However, it does give one pause. This pause can be a useful pause by including taking a breath, assessing what has been and what can be going forward, for example. I know such reflection generally happens closer to the year’s end. Why wait? Why not take the opportunity when it comes knocking. That seems a better way to spend my time an thoughts rather than bemoaning the warp speed of time.
And November goes,
With the last red berries
And the first white snows.
With night coming early,
And dawn coming late,
And ice in the bucket
And frost by the gate.
The fires burn
And the kettles sing,
And earth sinks to rest
Until next spring.
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