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‘… spinning in the depths of a film. lost, with no need to be found.’ Perhaps even, this is the possibility for a life.

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‘… spinning in the depths of life. lost, with no need to be found.’

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I heard a discussion on the radio.

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Debating the possible solutions for health care in the USA. The debaters were well qualified, intelligent, passionate and knew the facts.

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But no one mentioned the personal responsibility that each of us hold for our own health. Not one, not even once.

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I wondered whether just one of the many roles for leadership is to point us back the ultimate responsibility each & everyone of us holds. For all aspects of the experience of our own lives.
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ADDENDUM following a host of comments on FACEBOOK.

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‘… without personal responsibility the opportunity to experience ‘a unique life’ might die, but without compassion the opportunity to experience the ‘sum of us all’ will die. And the ‘sum of us all’ is perhaps the point.’

Like everything, ‘it is’ and ‘it isn’t’.

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Yet another uncomfortable path for leadership to find its way along. In the dark.

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A path that can’t hope to make any sense.

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When exactly did prosperity, in all its many guises, become such an effort?

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Prosperity in the natural world doesn’t appear to be so belaboured.

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So perhaps we missed the point entirely.

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‘and you lived happily ever after’

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I saw this sign above Louise Erdich’s book shop in a sleepy backwater close to downtown Minneapolis.

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And I wondered what it might actually mean, for the experience of my life, ‘… and i lived happily ever after.’

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And then I wondered what it might mean for you. Beyond the usual turreted castle, and fast white horse.

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I was informed by Ella (5) that I have the
oldest hair in the family.

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My hair is 45.

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Except it isn’t. Nothing of my body is 45.
It all renews itself. Until it doesn’t.

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So what on earth is it that we
refer to as being 45.
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I imagine my soul to be far more
ancient. Probably timeless.

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As I imagine time to be
misinformed. And age a fool.
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And now, through this imagination,
I wonder what I’ll see of this world
through timeless eyes.

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Wearing, of course, my timeless hair.

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NB. I get the irony of these thoughts, given that I have less hair than I once did

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[GET NIC'S FILMS & WORDS]

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‘… so what exactly is it that you’re afraid of?‘ asked the man who’d lost his fear.

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He asked, not because he had a feeling of importance but because he wanted to understand why they were looking at the same world but couldn’t see the same things.

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What if this were a time
of miracle. And of wonder.

What if this were the perfect
time for you to be alive.

Might you pay attention
long enough to notice.

So that you could live.

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‘If only I could see clearly. Without prejudice.

If just for a few minutes.

What is it that I’d see.

What is it.’

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As she wondered about her fear, its complexion changed.

And finally, she was able to hear what it had come to tell her.

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If pressed, I doubt many human beings would find it difficult to identify what adds to the experience of their life. And what subtracts.

From the food we eat, to the company we keep. And from the thoughts we choose to hold in our imagination, to the eyes we choose to see through.

So why do we continue to choose elements that subtract?

What is it that we’re afraid of?

What is it that I’m afraid of?

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I met a man whose words traveled the usual tracks.

No matter what I did, he wouldn’t leave the safety of those well worn rails.

The words seemed sad.

Perhaps one day he’ll come to the end of the line, and face the possibility.

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