Category Archives: Daily Life

The Servant Leader

The idea of the servant as leader (developed by Robert Greenleaf) came out of reading Hermann Hesse’s Journey to the East. In this story, we see a band of men on a mythical journey… The central figure of the story is Leo, who accompanies the party as the servant who does their menial chores, but who also sustains them with his spirit and his song. He is a person of extraordinary presence. All goes well until Leo disappears. Then the group falls into disarray and the journey is abandoned. They cannot make it without the servant Leo. The narrator, one of the party, after some years of wandering, finds Leo and is taken into the Order that had sponsored the journey. There he discovers that Leo, whom he had known first as servant, was in fact the titular head of the Order, its guiding spirit, a great and noble leader.

Robert K. Greenleaf – Wikipedia

The 10 Characteristics of Servant Leaders are: Listening, Empathy, Healing, Awareness, Persuasion, Conceptualisation, Foresight, Stewardship, Commitment to the growth of others, and Building community. Yes! ten times over.

Thanks to Ian Miller for his post nurse as servant-leader which inspired me to delve into the thinking of Robert Greenleaf and others who have developed his vision and out-of-the-box thinking on leadership.

As Ian says, Servant leadership is not a position to be bestowed or awarded by your peers, it cannot even be earned, but rather it is a quality of recognition, returned to you as a gift from those you serve.

Brilliant! Let us aspire to serve thus, with no expectation of reward or recognition.

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Just One Thing

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Mount Shasta in evening dress.

Just one thing. Just one thing today to reflect on here. And as I think on the question it is almost impossible to drag out of my memory one thing separated from what that memory triggers.

There is a constant stream of faces, connected with ceremonies and singing and talking and laughing. And looking at the mountain while eating and talking. Of walking and talking and smelling a bush of Broom, bright yellow and fragrant. Oh and making an announcement to the gathered congregation about African Violets, They need your care, love and attention. And plant food! And thinking about my being asked to give a Dharma Talk next week and wondering if I have the time to prepare, or if I need to decline. And talking to a woman who had my heart practically burst open and tears roll out of my eyes in response to her open and simple willingness to take a suggestion on-board. Just that.

Right now. The most memorable event. That’s the haunting sound of a train announcing itself through the dark night. Now the distant rumble as it heads north, slowly – with more sounding echoing against the mountain. Just like in the movies, only for real!

So it is, in the end, the most immediate that wins the one thing challenge. No surprise there.

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It Has Been A Pleasure

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Here at Shasta Abbey, having arrived late Tuesday, I finally hit the wall. This afternoon after over a month of constant activity I gave myself over to doing nothing. Gradually my system booted down and I slept the sleep of the truly exhausted. Ah, wonderful!

Earlier: After I’d listened several times to the classical music loop on the ‘planes audio offerings I slipped into semi consciousness. But before that, just a couple of hours into the ten hour flight, I was already wondering what I was going to do with myself, with my mind, for the rest of the flight. So much for my pious words about doing the work that comes to you and not getting ahead of oneself. I’d become a constant motion machine. It’s hard to just sit and sit with the constant background burrrr of the ‘planes engines, with nothing to do. Nothing at all to do. The steward made the trip though. He was like the kind uncle I never had. So very kind. I didn’t even feel obliged to be a good passenger as is sometimes called for with more brisk stewards.

In the end Alice in Wonderland came to my rescue. Ah! In-flight distractions! And in no time we were flying over Mount Shasta and getting ready to land. Just before we buckled up for the last time the kind uncle came up, bent low to my ear and with genuine sentiment said, It has been a pleasure. I could have wept.

There has been so much kindness all along the way. Thats from leaving Throssel, through visiting the temples of our Order in the UK and Germany, to arriving here in Northern California. How much that is appreciated. Indeed, It has been a pleasure. A pleasure to be out and about and now a pleasure to be here where I spent my early years of training.

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Boots Still Smoking

I wrote this at Rev. Mugo’s prompting back in 2003. Clearly, it takes awhile to step back from the intensity of a career. I hope these words will be of some assistance.

Several years ago I read an interview with a well-known American author of novels and short stories. He said that when he wrote novels he built up such energy and momentum that, when he finished, he had so many stories in his head that the short stories demanded to be written.

I’ve found my recent retirement from a stimulating and creative social services job to be quite similar. This job required such a mental and emotional readiness to respond to difficult circumstances that, in its absence, my mind and feelings simply carried on with the habit. When going to the hardware store for plumbing parts, I found myself screening the environment for the crisis I just knew was going to develop.

I found that the author’s comment about these energized stories in his head was an accurate description of what I was facing when I sat down to meditate or felt restless in the garden while weeding or mixing worm castings with compost for fertilizer. There I was with a new found opportunity to unfurl from the responsibilities of what felt like, and at times literally were, life and death decisions. What slowly emerged were impulses and thought patterns which, when allowed to just be, seemed to be sparks of habit energy left over from the need to “manage” the world of conditions and to protect myself. Rev. Master Mugo described me as being one who had recently returned from a ‘war zone’ with my boots still smoking!

I found that I simply could not trust my impulses and thought patterns as long as my boots were still “smoking”. Fortunately, I could at least recognize that acting on an aroused mind and nervous system focused on the world around me was apt to lead to entanglements that were simply no longer necessary.

And, of course, new and enticing invitations (always tied to some financial incentive or, worse, honor) came along for me to rejoin the fray. Fortunately I have many valuable allies, like my wife Nancy, with whom I can take refuge and sit back down without acting too much on impulses or thoughts. Frankly, the refuge taking has, at times, consisted of a firm hand on the shoulder.

In describing these leftover habits, I don’t mean to disparage the work that I did. I imagine that every profession or way of surviving in the world leaves potent vestiges. I also know that I did the best I could, did the least amount of damage possible, and, on occasion, worked with others in a way that loosened the “knots” we found ourselves in. Generally this happened in the little things, the daily civilities and compassion that were not a program, curriculum, or intervention – more like having a cup of tea at the right time.

I’m quite grateful to have done the work I did; it was a great crucible for my spiritual training. I’m now equally grateful that the conditions ripened to allow me, with ample coaching, to uncurl the unconscious fingers of duty and responsibility and move on.

Oh, sure, I have projects and occasionally do some consulting work; if it seems good to do based on reflection rather than duty or being driven. I still frustrate myself in my old ways by being too ambitious with intentions or distracted by brilliant ideas, but to a lesser degree.

And, yes, there have been some intense eruptions of doubt, depression, and cynicism. I figure that, since I don’t have to be as controlled as when I was working, the deeper human concerns of fear and isolation are freer to emerge. However, I find that just letting these concerns be when they arise, rather than getting into some sort of “analysis paralysis” because of their darkness, allows them to depart on their own.

So, the remnants of old work habits don’t seem quite as strong as they did several months ago, though I am making no forecast of their comings and goings. I’m just taking the next step, taking Refuge, and spending more time just chatting with folks. For now, there just seems to be an easier flow to things, like having a cup of tea at the right time.

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Reflections On Retiring From the ‘War Zone’

Nearly eight years ago Jim retired from, what I described as, the War Zone. By all accounts his job held the kind of intensity similar to how I imagine it must be in an actual war zone. Moment to moment, from where are the bullets coming? That kinda intensity I could only imagine. It was outside my experience. (Although working on an inner city adventure playground in the 1970’s came close!) I said, You are as one who has returned home from war, and your boots are still smoking! I also said soon after his retirement, Why don’t you write about how it is for you now? And that is what he did, back in 2003.

So it is, and so it was. I have been encouraging people to write about their experiences of life and training for quite some years. And now Jim’s writing is coming home to roost in his piece titled Boots Still Smoking just published after these long years. As with Adrienne it has been an honour to walk and talk beside you Jim.

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