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Read in a calm voice without bitterness and sarcasm:
Some people are better loved from afar.
Sustainable Intelligence
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.
- Empathy
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.
welcome and less welcome parts
Shame…
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
wholesome beings!
I’m a very happy being to have such presences in my life.
how courage always pays
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
When later never comes
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
Achim
Enjoying the rain…
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.
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