There is something within us that is innate and capable of a deep reverence for all life. The Empathic Civilization
Cultivate the Capacity to Lead
May 10th, 2010, 8:57 amAs a leader, do you recognize that your capacity to lead depends upon learning from others? Are you informed by the people around you – receiving their experience and their input regarding your decisions and behaviors? Do you recognize that your success is interdependent with their wellbeing? If it is true that “people don’t work for companies, they work for people,” then it is reasonable to assume that if you are the head of your organization, they work for you. By cultivating your capacity to lead, you are opening your process and recognizing that you are accountable to these people. Are you willing to accept this responsibility for the control that you have over the people that depend on you? Can you see how risky it is to do so without their input? If so, then you are listening, and you recognize that because you have the power of leadership, you are accountable for using your control – responsibly.
Something in the story below reminds us of the need for leaders to listen, even to the smallest of impulses, and of what happens when they don’t:
“Over the years, a practical and materialistic society can usurp the original mystery of childhood. We are sent to school early to “grow up,” to “be serious,” and if we don’t let go of our childhood innocence, all too often the world tries to knock it out of us. A hundred years ago the American painter James McNeill Whistler encountered this attitude in his engineering class at West Point Military Academy. The students were instructed to draw a careful study of a bridge, and Whistler submitted a beautifully detailed picturesque stone arch with children fishing from its top. The lieutenant in charge ordered, “This is a military exercise. Get those children off the bridge.” Whistler resubmitted the drawing with the two children now fishing from the side of the river. “I said get those children completely out of the picture,” said the angry lieutenant. So Whistler’s last version had the river, the bridge, and two small tombstones along its bank.”
Kornfield, J. (2000). After the ecstasy, the laundry: How the heart grows wise on the spiritual path. New York: Bantam, p. 9. 10
Be Free From Conditioning
May 3rd, 2010, 7:34 amBeing Free from Conditioning suggests that our life today is not completely a result of the life we lived yesterday. Conditioning, the interwoven patterns that preclude our ability to make new choice, is not a permanent state. By bringing consciousness to what is in front of you, it is possible to find your own particular way of letting go of those patterns that are problematic. This freedom allows you to greet each moment as though the possibility for new life rests within the choices you make.
I think of the following story when I reflect on the conditioning of our minds, behaviors, and the burdens we carry that limit our freedom:
“A young monk who was seeking “freedom” searched far and wide throughout all of Asia. He traveled from India, to Burma, Laos, Cambodia, and Vietnam in search of the one who was free. In every country, he would ask the villagers if they knew of this being. Alas, many had heard of him, but none were sure of where to find him. Finally, near the end of his journey the young monk heard of an old man who lived up on the mountain who might be the one he was seeking. So with what energy he had left he started his trek up the slope. Nearly half way up he noticed, as though in a dream, an old man walking toward him with an enormous bundle slung over his shoulder. As he approached the man he asked, “excuse me, but are you the enlightened one?” The old man replied, “I don’t think so.” “Then are you the one who is free, free of all suffering?” he queried. “No, I don’t believe that I am.” “Then are you the Buddha?” he demanded. “No,” replied the old man. “Then what are you?” the young monk pleaded. With this question the old man dropped his burden and replied; “I am awake.” As the younger man stood watching, the old man picked up his enormous bundle and continued down the mountain.” -As told by Timothy Dukes, September 2004



