I’m mostly surrounded by people who I perceive as very smart. This makes talking to them so pleasant. How do we establish intelligence? In what context does for e.g. IQ and and other comparison metrics make sense?
I realised that even though both include “intelligence”, I value collaborative intelligence higher than competitive intelligence, because it makes more fun to work together like that, no matter what the actual topic is about. Does the way to phrase it like this even make sense, is the competition/collaboration part of the intelligence, or part of traits or spirit of the person? In any case I even like (board) games that are collaborative much better, then competitive ones and some friends even say it’s no fun to play those games with me, since I have a hard time playing “mean” or “edgy”. I understand there are use cases for all kind of intelligence, I just happen to prefer and feel more at ease with collaborative ones. So search for intelligence within myself and others leads me to the question: What do I need for a good collaboration?
- Check on vocabulary, meanings and definitions.
- Dealing with differences – addressing resistance – for e.g.: via systemic consensing
- The willingness and ability to use higher quality or more recent information as soon as it is available.
At this point I want to plug my friend Wolfgang Lukas, who is researching and offering contemplative collaboration, a project to support improved well-being and efficiency in scientific and other complex projects.
that some parts of us
are no good.
Shall not be seen.
Are to be hidden.
Are damaging to others
Make us unlovable.
Cultural norms; loud voices; beliefs
have an important say about the names of those unloved, unwanted parts.
Anger; negativity; emotionality;
emotions that differ from those who are welcome by us, or people close to us.
To spend time with people who are able to witness you,
in those states, those parts of you,
can be a very powerful path towards
integrating those parts; connecting; healing
I’m a very happy being to have such presences in my life.
Whenever I’m courageous and the outcome of my courage
is not the “best” possible variant of all worlds,
so to say, the fulfillment of my expectation,
I was still courageous.
I did my part.
I walked the extra mile
You might all know that kind of stories: Someone (wife/husband/etc) writes, why it is a bad idea to postpone things to later, because you never now if later will ever come, husband/wife usually dies an untimely death, before later comes. I want to share a similar and still different personal story here.
I haven’t seen my father for a long time, a year or even more. I had my reasons, but I knew I wanted to meet him some time soon, when I found a way to deal with “them”. Later never came. Out of the blue my father died (not Heger father).
I was astonished how composed I was when hearing the bad news.A few days later it fully hit me. He is gone: the last time I saw him, was the last time, no turning back. I couldn’t have known. My tears flowed freely, on end.
The second wave came today, as I was walking to work. It was much deeper and stronger. It broke out of me, with sound and movement. My tears froze down my cheeks. I felt a deep longing, to travel back in time. All the words and feelings that were hidden before, emerged from my depths.
It pains me to not have fully shared myself with him. To not have told him, that I love him. To not have told him, that I forgive him. To not have truly hugged him, to love him without fear. To accept him as he is. So I do it now. I pour all my feeling, all my wordcraft, everything I have to give into this legacy, this is my gift, this is my love, this is my story.
I ask you, dear reader to feel into this, maybe share it and also to think of unfinished business, or a grudge with friends, family or others dear to your heart.
Remember: later never comes.
There is only now.
With all my grieving heart
I was idling indoors, when suddenly through my open balcony door I heard the rain to start pouring cats and dogs. There I felt it: the urge to run out into the rain and play. I was running splashingly through small lakes of water, literally wetting my pants.
I jumped up and down, giggled like a child “throwing” the water with my feet as far as I could. *splishy*splashy*
My feet were burning from the sensations it’s been quite a while since I last ran. I felt the rain on my skin, the water trickling down my head, the air burning in my lungs, I smelt, felt and became rain.
After a thorough Tai Chi session I returned home.
Warm rain and that mood: what an amazing, spontaneous and lovely artist date.
I got down to one switch per day, yay!
That means I complain at average once a day.
I already went 24 hours complaint free.
I got the book “A Complaint Free World” (The 21-day challenge that will change your life) by Will Bowen on the 11th of July. As soon as the book arrived I got myself a braclet at a phamarcy. So what is it about? Everytime I complain I switch my braclet to the other wrist. And in the last days, I started switching it less and less. I’m looking forward to the first complaint free day. *honk*honk*. It’s an inspiring and highly recommendable book.
One of my favorite stories you find in it is about a guy who put up a sign: “honk if you’re happy” near his house. This was during a diffcult times in his life. And this small idea brought so much positivity, happiness and gratitude to his and other peoples lives. Foreigners visited him, because they wanted to know about the sign, good things just kept happening. *honk*honk*. I just ordered a bunch of complaintfree wristbands, feel free to ask me for one in about 3 weeks from now.
a smile from within,
a laugh never without,
the sommersault of the loving soul,
I leave this perfumed labyrinth of kisses.
How the logs crackle and click
How the oven pounds, licks
How homely warmth feels
How sparks whirl like fen fires
How friendly the cows graze
How majestic the mountains throne
How glistening and entirely the fog devours us
How good it feels to abandon convenience
How the woods smell and rustle
How flowers give their loveliness
to the wondering eye that dwells
How we experience nature anew
and awe for the wonders of creation
How sparkling this chilly wetness tumbles down our throats
How fresh the wind is whizzing around our ears
How calm our fluttering soul becomes
who warms herself on the quiet of the land
As we become quiet and lucid
As we become transformed and anew for this eternal moment
The music was new black polished chrome And came over the summer like liquid night. The DJ’s took pills to stay awake and play for seven days They went to the studio And someone knew him Someone knew the TV showman
He came to our homeroom party and played records And when he left in the hot noon sun and walked to his car We saw the chooks had written F‑U‑C‑K on his windshield He wiped it off with a rag and smiling cooly drove away He’s rich. Got a big car.
My gang will get you Scenes of rape in the arroyo Seduction in cars, abandoned buildings Fights at the food stand The dust the shoes Open shirts and raised collars Bright sculptured hair.
Hey man, you want girls, pills, grass? C’mon… I show you good time. This place has everything. C’mon… I show you.
(c) Jim Morrison – An American Prayer – The Doors