Saturday, August 22, 2009
"I can hardly beer my own excitment." Berlin #1 PRT (Parenthesis Reading Time) 0:47
Yes, I love beer. And what a gift it is (actually I DO think it is a blessing) to travel the globe these last four years savoring the flavors of amazing cultures…and their brews. I am here for the next week with my buddy Mike (the missionary), John (the pastor), Mark (the pastor and chief storyteller) and the rest of the DC team (pastors, leaders, baristas) to experience the Berlin culture. Far be it for me to assume drink preferences (remember the “when in Rome….”), but I am claiming right now that I will find it barley plausible to pass up the chance to hop right in at each café and encourage the server to get their “mug” on over here for some refreshment. Yes, of course, certainly I (strive to) experience life’s pleasures in moderation. But, c’mon, Mike just reminded me that the Trappist Monks, holy men and purveyors of outstanding brew for whatever ales you, must have after sampling their latest batch commented, “Praise God, life is good.”
My first evening here was wunderbar. We joined the Pastor Steve and his wife Karen from Berlin International Church (www.berlinchurch.org) and had dinner at the SONY plaza; there is a reason the tagline for SONY is, The One and Only.
That’s where I met my first mug and had a Nuremburger Bratwurst with sauerkraut chaser. My tastebuds will never be the same. It really lit me up…no further comments on that.
Then we walked and enjoyed the interesting mix of architecture, pre WW2 + post WW2 modern, ending up at a small memorial site to commemorate the destruction of the Berlin Wall. It was a sobering and enlightened moment to realize that right where we were standing (surrounded by the bustle and vibrancy of commerce and people) was considered the “death strip”; that neutral space between the West Berlin and East Berlin walls, where many people lost their lives trying to escape from the grip of tyranny into the arms of freedom.
This is the 20th year anniversary of the wall’s destruction; what remains of the wall is now adorned with graffiti art and surrounded by gardens, condos and the businesses of life. Dichotomy.
For emphasis – (b)
Thursday, August 20, 2009
“The game is afoot.” PRT - 1:06
The Wiki (not to be confused with a Wookie) of Pedia, states:
Mythological Relevance
1. An Achilles’ Heel is a fatal weakness in spite of overall strength, actually or potentially leading to downfall.
2. Achilles died from a heel wound as the result of an arrow—possibly poisoned—shot by Paris (c’mon, now stop it! Not Paris Hilton).
3. The use of “Achilles’ heel” as an expression used for “area of weakness, vulnerable spot” dates only to 1855 (Merriam-Webster).
Now self-diagnosed with "literary depression," I turned to the other sage for solving anything and everything medical: The great and wonderful Roman healer: WEBtavius M.D. He states:
What Can Cause Achilles Tendon Injuries?
An Achilles tendon injury might be caused by:
- Overuse
- Stepping up your level of physical activity too quickly.
- Not stretching enough before exercise.
- Wearing high heels, which increases the stress on the tendon.
- Problems with the feet and can result from flat feet, also known as fallen arches or over-pronation.
- Muscles or tendons in the leg that are too tight.
So what? As leaders, followers, learners and livers (not in the anatomical sense) we should consider:
- If Merriam & Webster have defined this condition of “inflicted limping ” since 1855, think it is something we should pay more attention to? Ever find yourself limping painfully as an outcome of not stretching enough before exercising your idea, strategy or decision?
- Might it be the time to change pace or direction when we find that stepping up our level of physical activity too quickly (by reacting too soon to that “slam dunk” or “gotta do it right now” opportunity) has caused unbearable pain from the resulting (mis)steps?
- When we feel problems as an outcome of operating too tight, think it’s time to check our pronation? Could be time to quit; when things are bad and good enough (a symptom often experienced from not knowing when to get off our high heels of pride, arrogance, fear or unwillingness to listen to someone else’s idea or suggestion.
Achilles wisdom? Maybe there just might be some good sole searching afoot.
As for the rest, it's Greek to me.
Friday, August 14, 2009
"Don't just do something, sit there." PRT (Parenthesis Reading Time) 2:01
It worked….
1. Check to make sure email addresses are current;
2. Fret
3. Draft multiple drafts of emails and phone messages that do not reek of desperation
4. Watch reruns of deodorant commercials reminding you: “Never let them see you sweat”
5. Consider the benefits of a strict ramen noodles diet
6. Fret
7. Do something, anything, now. Get busy!!
And then…on my iPhone a song, Nature Boy, by Nat King Cole began to play:
There was a boy
A very strange enchanted boy
They say he wandered very far, very far
Over land and sea
A little shy and sad of eye
But very wise was he
And then one day
A magic day he passed my way
And while we spoke of many things
Fools and kings
This he said to me
"The greatest thing you'll ever learn
Is just to love and be loved in return"
"The greatest thing you'll ever learn
Is just to love and be loved in return"
So what? The sailboat sitting on the lake with its dormant sails is floating…and still. No actions, efforts and fretting will fill the sails until the wind returns. Breathe. Relax. Keep dreaming. Keep wishing. Keep asking. Keep believing.
And most of all, “Don’t just do something, sit there.”
For emphasis - (b)
Nat King Cole (still) rocks! It is worth the 2:51 minutes to see and feel his gift of art.
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
“Damn! I spoke out again.” PRT: 0:58
So, what does this have to do with branding, communications or life you might ask? Here’s what I have realized that is shifting my thinking:
1. Bike seats are very hard and a pain in the butt. There are some amazing places I can go on a bike that I just can’t get to by plane, car or working 15 hours a day. Sure, my butt…and shoulder…and neck…and arms are sore, but the payoff of what I see when I stop to rest is far greater than the pain in getting there. The key is to know when to stop, when to stretch, when to hydrate and when to get off your ass and readjust how you are situated.
2. There’s so many types of trails to get you there. The Twin Cities Bike Map lists the following trail options:
a. Bike route on road
b. Bike route – CAUTION: heavy traffic
c. Bike path next to road
d. Bicycle corridor trail
The Twin Cities planners do an excellent job in giving riders of all levels options to get them where they are going. You can get just about everywhere and face no greater danger than a flamboyant inline skater, family trainer-bike outings and the occasional militant squirrel. But, I can tell you that 1) getting off the path and navigating your way through side street meanderings reveal some of the magic only found in the nooks & crannies of process, 2) your heart beats VERY hard and fast when you find yourself in the middle of downtown sharing the path, very intimately, with much larger vehicles, 3) if you get really lost, the people at crosswalks are very helpful in trying to point you in directions in which they have previously travelled…if you’ll just ask… and 4) you do finally get there in the end; maybe not exactly at the time you projected or the path you planned, but certainly with more experience for the next ride.
It’s all about the ride. Everyone can get something out of the cycling experience; there’s no excuse not to. You can have a bike that’s:
a. New
b. Used
c. Abused
d. Low tech
e. High tech
f. No tech
g. Pricey
h. Moderate
i. Lifted from the junk heap
(b)
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
“Given the choice, I'll take the three musketeers.”
Here’s the script of the event:
- Each of us were selected as important and positive male influences in his life;
- Each of us was asked to select a single word that we wanted to convey to him as important on his entry and quest into young manhood;
- Each of us was to give him some type of gift, a symbol for him to carry with him reflecting the word value we shared;
- He selected a historic location named Winstead Park in Franklin, Tennessee, a hilly site from where you overlooked the landscape upon which one of the bloodiest battles of the Civil War occurred; the Battle of Franklin. http://battleoffranklin.wordpress.com/category/winstead-hill/
- We were to be positioned at separate locations along the meandering path, then after his mother dropped him off he would walk along the trail and encounter each of us;
- We were to share our words of wisdom, offer the gift to carry forward and send him on, alone;
- After the final encounter, he would gather us on his return path so that he and these three men in his life would walk on as a band of brothers toward what lay ahead.
The three chosen words were: LIGHT. COURAGE. STRENGTH. Having selected COURAGE, I took my position as the second stop inside a tree-darkened bend along the pathway. I rested the framed words and gifts against the road’s concrete border, sat down and waited. A pale breeze beckoned; I thought I could feel the last warm breaths from forgotten battlefields. I waited.
He appeared to my left, a soft blur of denim and plaid. As he neared my shadowed position I noticed the sepia of curiosity flickering in his eyes. He carried a thick blue flashlight, the gift of LIGHT from his first stop. The next moments intertwined our minds and spirits with the my following words:
Courage.
Courage is what’s found in scales of armor shielding the dragon’s fiery heart
Courage is what’s found when a geode’s hidden secrets explode with sunlight
Courage is what’s found in chasing the lions of your imagination
Courage is what’s found on paths mapped beneath the stars of your dreams
Courage is what’s found in the few who sail against winds of doubt
Courage is what’s found in the piercing wisdom of the night owl’s eyes
Courage is what’s found in pursuing trails carved with the neon of fireflies
Courage is what’s found when others believe everything is lost
Courage is what’s found beyond the clouds, where wings spawn and play
Courage is what’s found in the pocket where the power of believing is kept
Courage is what’s found in truth’s unbreakable sword, fear’s conqueror
Courage is what’s found in every step of every man inviting life’s quest
Courage is what’s found in the boy becoming the man.
Magic. Wonder. Believing.
For today and all your tomorrows – Brian
I handed him the parchment words in a rough-hewed wood frame along with a chunk of blended minerals and a small, jagged heart-shaped rock. And then he walked on.
So what? As leaders, followers, teachers, learners and sojourners it is good to consider:
- LIGHT. Lighten your load: This world puts many heavy, scary, prickly things (that go bump in the night, too) in our paths as boys and girls… and then as men and women. And from experience I have discovered that if you try to protect and armor yourself from all those things that take your breath away, hurt, darken your journey and scare you to death…you will also shut yourself off from all those things that take your breath away, mend, enlighten your journey and scare you to life.
- COURAGE. “If I only had the nerve.” Cowardly Lion, The Wizard of Oz. "But courage, child: we are all between the paws of the true Aslan." C.S. Lewis, The Chronicles of Narnia. No matter what give us pause… the courage is always found when we walk the roads toward our fears; carrying the flame of believing, blade of truth and heart of the warrior we cannot be defeated.
- STRENGTH. The true meaning of strength is not defined by the measurement of your muscles, but in the depth of your values; not found in the power of your stamina, but in your enduring commitments; not in the might of your conquests, but in the valor of your compassion.
The boy, becoming the man, becoming the boy.
For emphasis – (b)