“Everyone who’s ever taken a shower has an idea. It’s the person who gets out of the shower, dries off, and does something about it that makes a difference”.
Nolan Bushnell – Founder of Atari
Here’s a story about how I came to understand how the spirits work for me. As you might also gather from the quote above, it’s also about the shower and the spirits who visit me there. Bear with me. I’ll connect the dots.
I was facilitating a company meeting, where employees had gathered to build their first business mission statement and a set of shared values.
My facilitation process has evolved over the years. Early in my practice, I led group thinking towards a specific spot on the horizon, one I could see but most others could not. I was the so-called expert who was assumed to know exactly how outcomes should look. Clients sometimes recommended my services to others saying they should be “Howard-ized”.
Fortunately, as I matured, I came to understand my role as guider-of-process. I learned to encourage groups to reach whatever end point they came to know they wanted. I learned to tell clients that countless ways, about most of which I knew nothing, are available to them. As I became more aware of my own truth-of-value, I relaxed. Now, I start group process work with the statement, “Don’t worry, you can’t offend me when you disagree”. What I do now is tell stories, suggest basic formats for thinking, and remind participants when they have strayed from dialogue (good for creative thinking) into discussion (not so good for creative thinking).
It is better this way. Explorers grow and mature when they know they are finding their own way.
At this particular gathering, where an intimacy had begun to grow among the group, a team member revealed her fears about balancing life’s demands, including those of her job. She spoke with a quiet panic about how her energy resources are often completely depleted. When depleted, she said, she loses the capacity to find answers to important personal questions and solutions to difficult work problems. I’m pretty good at detecting obvious and even subliminal detachment in groups. I saw none around this particular table as the woman spoke.
Her courage to speak had given us a gift. I invited dialogue among all in the room about resources where energy is abundantly available with helpful solutions to seemingly insolvable problems.
I told a story which was still unfolding for me in the moments just prior to stepping into the room with them to begin our work together.
The night before, I told them, I had come to the end of another in a series of days focusing on a crisis building in my family. I had spent several weeks engaged in this crisis with discouraging results. Options, solutions, suggestions and coaching were having, in some cases, a worsening effect. Facing another troubled night of sleep; knowing I would awake to more of the same; discouraged and depressed with my own “failure to fix”, I called on the universe for help. I asked the healing spirits for assistance and guidance beyond my capacity to discern myself. Then, I feel asleep.
The next morning – the morning I told this story to the group – I got into my shower. Usually in the shower my mind is filled with random thoughts. Some are relevant to the hours ahead. Others seem to have nothing to do with anything other than to distract and tax brain energy and time. On this morning, I shifted between the family crisis (“what can I possibly do next?”) and the upcoming group facilitation (“how am I going to do”?) and a rich range of disconnect topics in between.
And then an inner voice: “This is what you must know. You have lived a rich and remarkable life!” said the voice. And my brain changed. It dumped the topical processing and danced with the message. I have lived an abundant life. I have seen much, known experiences, learned to be more awake than asleep. I have learned to be deliciously surprised and often amazed by something or someone every day. It wasn’t gratitude I felt so much as calm. It wasn’t so much excitement as a replenishment of creative energy. I held it.
Minutes later; the next best constructive step to take in the family crisis came to me. I acted on it immediately (it required a brief conversation on my mobile phone, which I did on the way to my engagement) and the result was immediately hopeful.
As I walked into the morning’s facilitation session, I thanked the spirits for their help, compassion and energy.
This is the story I told the group. It was the only thing I could think to say in response to the woman who expressed her pain about “not knowing what do to” about the crush of daily problems, demands, anxiety and exhaustion.
The room was quiet for a moment. Then, I heard a different voice – not the woman who had started all this – softly saying as if only to himself, “Holy Shit!”
So, I said one further thing; “The universe is full of resources for us. These resources, call them compassionate spirits if you will, are eager to assist us with new ways to see and abundant energy for living. All we have to do is ask and listen”.
Our group set sail for the rest of our morning voyage, playing with ideas, bouncing stuff off each other, refining and honing and producing a new way of being as a company of people with a clear mission and inspiring values to follow.
Each of us, perhaps I more than any, had learned the value of saying what I see.
Howard