Archive for March, 2010

Assertive Communication and Integrity in the Workplace -Part Two

Monday, March 29th, 2010

It has been a shock to me to realise I need to learn assertive communication! Following my last article “On what price Integrity in the workplace?” several things have happened to cause a delicious internal shift. Don’t you love those…where clarity pops out of the blue? Even better, when a friend or random person or event shows up and gives you the exact jolt you need?

It is true that the existing model of business has a very obvious “boys club”, where membership is about ego posturing and status seeking with a secret membership code that includes high doses of testosterone (and may include women with high doses of testosterone as well), a lot of “talk” and bluster (also known as piss and wind), often a high dose of intellectual BS, and regularly some quite under-hand activities where membership will protect their own by becoming complicit in some “not so quite above board operations”. (All the way to some very extremely crafty and illicit activities…think Enron and Lehman Brothers)

However, I was aware that if the existing reality gets up my nose, then that is my stuff, not the current system. Or as Buckminster Fuller said, “You never change things by fighting the existing reality. To change something, build a new model that makes the existing model obsolete.”

So I have been sitting in the question, “What new model can I create?”  and “How can I bring more value and relevance to the senior team within corporate business in a way that invites only the recognition of that value?”

When I ran the Six Foot Track in the Blue Mountains on the 13th March 2010, I had the experience of sitting behind a group of people on a very narrow downhill trail, feeling like I was trapped and unable to move. The feeling was my own wrong perception. When finally I had had enough of running more slowly than I would have liked, I politely asked if I could get passed. People where happy to oblige. They would have been happy to oblige at any time, if only I had asked. I was trapped in my mind. I needed to learn assertive communication. (Which is very funny, considering I often have to put a leash on my natural assertiveness.)

Then out of the blue a week ago, late one afternoon, I got a phone call from my friend and colleague in The Constellation, Lindley Edwards. Lindley is ex Macquaire Bank (the deep south of Australia’s boys club) and is now the CEO of a Venture group throughout Australia and Asia. She knows about the ‘group mind’ that occurs when testosterone and ego’s mix in the heady halls of money and power. (And on one level, it is as if really smart, good men (and some women) fall under some collective spell when they get together in this way. The ego, the testosterone, the power, the games…it becomes intoxicating and addictive.)

Rather than focus on the existing reality, I wanted to focus on what in me was limiting me within this model. Who did I need to be for my view and world to be different?

Lindley said I simply needed to invite myself to the table. (Learn assertive communication!) To not wait for the invitation, and to certainly not feel resentful when I wasn’t invited. It was the Six Foot Track experience. I needed to simply say I was coming through. To be proactive, assertive without being aggressive, firm and aligned. And to know that the value and perspective I bring is essential. We all know that the balanced perspective of the yin and yang is what is desperately needed. Not just Yin, and not just Yang. Both. The Western world has been suffering from way too much yang. Too much burn and churn, not enough reflection, consideration, care.

As we were talking, I was aware that the limiting part of me was the part that didn’t feel worthy enough. In the model of society today, it is the ‘dragon slaying’ that gives us the right. How much money you have, or stuff you own; or, who you work for, or what empire you have created, or best seller you have written.

At the same time, I was also aware to honor the values I do bring.

1. Comprehensive Integrity, applied with rigor and love. Where people cannot get away with petty games, ego posturing, their small BS selves, and the more extremes of incongruence, outright lies, win lose, deception etc. On this point I do not need to learn assertive communication. I have it in spades.

2. Health and vitality of mind, body, spirit, relationships, and time. There are no hero games where he or she who ‘is’ their work, wins. We work hard, AND have a healthy exercise and diet, AND spend time with our loved ones, AND take regular contemplation breaks, celebrate life, be inspired by other artists. Pause, Breath. Again no requirement for learning or applying assertive communication in these domains.

3. Positive Deviant creative thinking and being. Ask a better question, challenge assumptions, seek always to find the way that walks with integrity.

4. Systemic thinking. The ability to start with Universe first, to see/feel/get the bigger picture. And to be able to bring this down into the field in a highly pragmatic way.

5. The ability to get on with it and ‘ship’ as Seth Godin says in his wonderful book, Linchpin. Roll up our sleeves and get our hands dirty. Take great thinking and build models.

That instead of feeling resentful about why I was not being invited to the table, to invite myself, knowing that what I have to bring is very needed, and usually missing. And if what I have is not wanted, truth is I probably need to find a different table to join, because it is highly unlikely that this table will move beyond the current model.

Moving forward…no more energy spent on resentment of what is. (Resentment is such a nasty, insidious, toxic emotion.)

Time now for a deep recognition of value and the willingness to own that by inviting participation, not because the other view or position is  wrong, but because it may be incomplete without the perspective I, and other women bring.

What do you think? Is it time? Are you up for this? Do we need more yin to the yang?


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At What Price Integrity in the Workplace

Tuesday, March 16th, 2010

I am reasonably smart women, very well read, able to converse with pretty much anyone on many issues, able to see complexity as well as most of the most able, and yet I feel I  suffer in the world I work in, because I haven’t done a few things.

I haven’t:

Built a multi million dollar company.

Made millions.

Held a high power job at the senior level.

Written a best selling book. (Yet)

Worked with people well known for their outrageous success at making money and being famous.

Married the right guy??

Slept with the right guy…the one with the money, fame, connections.

I don’t;

Play golf.

Have time for the serious wanking that goes on over long business lunches or dinners.

Enjoy the whole ego stroking games that are endemic in the corporate world.

I am not into;

The seduction and manipulation that seems to be the requisite entry into the click of power.

Sleeping my way anywhere.

Compromising my own integrity in the workplace in any form just to get a leg up. (figuratively and literally)

I am certainly not a member of the Boys Club, which is another name for the club where all the wanking and ego posturing goes on, mostly made up of men.

Instead I have;

Earned my own income for 26 years as a self employed person doing work I love, through my own creativity, determination, and persistence.

Raised a healthy, beautiful, emotionally strong child as a single parent since she was two.

Maintained a healthy, rich, vital relationship with my daughter through all of these years and been present for her major moments.

Stayed fit and healthy.

Built and maintained relationships with incredible people around the world who use the same kind of rule book as I do. (Unwilling to compromise their own integrity.)

Continued daily to put myself up for the highest degree of coaching, scrutiny, self reflection, feedback, learning, as I can find.

Learned that on my own I am a fraction of what I am when I collaborate with like minded others.

Lost money, been broke, been terrified of where the next dollar will come.

Travelled the world.

Made some serious mistakes, and some not so serious ones.

Spent too much on credit cards. (No longer.)

Yet I have realised that I am constantly apologising to myself for my own failures.(@#$!%%!!) I have still measured myself against the success of the old broken down model highlighted above…that I need to demonstrate my value by what I have done and the models I have built in the world. How many people follow my blog, read my articles, hire me, pay me…how much money I have in the bank who are my clients, what are my material assets… etc etc….

This is a seriously tiresome and entirely pointless waste of energy. This comparing and measuring stuff. As the artist Hugh MacLeod said, “Never compare your inside with somebody else’s outside.

Stop this useless waste of energy my head screams. Just stop. Cut it out. Stop my own BS/victim story. Enough already!

As Bucky said, “You never change things by fighting the existing reality. To change something, build a new model that makes the existing model obsolete.”

I have been focusing too much on what doesn’t work, and how I don’t like that it doesn’t work.

Focus only on doing more and more with what matters most that I can change and influence.

Acting always and only from the highest level of integrity for the health of all of humanity and life.

Or as the great Seth Godin says in his wonderful book, “Linchpin”, practice my art, be indispensable and ship.

I asked my coach today what she thought was my “superpower” (a question Seth asks, referring to the super hero’s of the comic books).

Without a moments hesitation, she said, “Christine, you can see bullshit better than anyone I know.”

Who is up for having a bullshit detector in their lives, or in the businesses? Who is up for that highest level of accountability to their own truth? (First I need to stop the BS around my comparison.) Who is up for Integrity in the workplace?

What organisations, politicians, NGO’s are up for this level of Integrity in the workplace? (Not many, sadly.)

And what value is this integrity in the workplace to you? To your company? Do you Dare?

I do believe in my heart that so many of us are over all the bullshit. That it is sickening, exhausting to maintain. Both the constant BS from others, and the endless BS we tell ourselves about ourselves. Yet sadly we have also reached a point where our bullshit detectors are dimmed by the constant barrage. We step over the lies and seductions from our politicians, and corporate leaders, knowing what they do, but pretending not to know how to stop it when BS seems to be all that happens. We have become immune, and bullshit is the golden staph of our age.

And the even more silent pandemic is the BS that we do not even know about. What goes on behind the scenes in the shadow corridors of money and power. Just how much we are under a spell of trickery and illusion.

Hmm…its time to roll up my sleeves and get out the shovel. There is so much work to be done on shining the light on the bullshit, and having done so, building in its place, integrity. People of integrity, systems of integrity, organisations of integrity, communities of integrity. Integrity in the workplace.

Who is up for this? More than the money, more than the fame, give me work that is a shining light of integrity. On this I wish to be measured.

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That Sweet Moon Language – poetry of Hafiz and our search for love

Sunday, March 7th, 2010

One of my beloved evening practices, just before I fall asleep, includes the reading of some mystical poetry. I have fallen deeply in love with the poetry of Hafiz. I find Daniel Ladinsky’s translations beautiful. (See “The Gift,” or “The Subject Tonight is Love,” or “I Heard God Laughing.”) His ecstatic joy sings from every line and word.

A few weeks ago I was speaking with my good friend, Sarah McIntyre, over a bowl of pasta and some great Argentinean red wine I had brought back with me, and we were talking about my long term single status. My daughter is 19, so for 17 years I have spent the majority of my time single. (Other than several years with Joseph, which was mostly long distance.)

Rarely these days do I think too much about being single. I used to think something was wrong with me. While a part of me would love a partnership with someone to share adventures of mind, body and spirit, my life is rich already, with great friends and beloved teachers. And I am simply not that interested in having a relationship just for being in relationship.

In my many conversations with God, and my journaling, I have sat with the question of my singleness. It is as it is. The perfection is that I have had to learn not just to be a single parent, and a career focused woman, but also to remove dead rats, coach-roaches, and other vermin, and to be a model of a woman able to live a rich life without fitting the more traditional mode. And lets face it, traditional was never on my “to do” list. Hence the Positive Deviant! Fits me like  glove.

Along the way I have also learned to surrender, to ask for help, to be vulnerable, to be at peace (most days) with my life as it is. (The biggest struggle I have inside is not with my single status, but with my achiever status, still trying to really reconcile that my life is incredibly successful, even though it may not be “traditionally” successful. There…I shun traditional in so many ways, yet have held as my marker of life the traditional picture of success. And yes, most of the time now, I know that this traditional picture of success is just someone else’s idea that I brought lock stock and barrel. And most of the time these days I do feel very at peace with my version of success. But, human as I am, some days I am down in the basement, fighting the inner dragon.)

Back to the conversation with Sarah. In reading Hafiz, I am more in desire, want and love with the mystic union with God than some flesh and blood union with a mortal. I could well have been a Nun. Not in the religious way, but in the mystical way. Hafiz and Rumi and St. Teresa of Avila, all of these mystics and others write of this ecstatic union. The joy and love literally entangles me. Better than sex, maybe even better than chocolate. No wonder I have not found a flesh and blood male. I almost pity any male who might try to match this great love I seek.

And…you just never know what the Universe has up its sleeve. When my marriage ended, I made a vow to never say never to anything. To always remain open to the infinite possibilities. At the least I have learned that God is always laughing at our silly little beliefs and superstitions, so it is highly likely that some man will arrive from left field and disarm me completely.

The following poem spoke to me so strongly that I had to write about it, or more particularly, share it with you.

With That Moon Language

Admit something:

Everyone you see, you say to them,

“Love me.”

Of course you do not do this out loud;

Otherwise,

Someone would call the cops.

Still though, think about this,

This great pull in us to connect.

Why not become the one

Who lives with a full moon in each eye

That is always saying,

With that sweet moon

Language,

What every other eye in this world

Is dying to

Hear.

Hafiz (translated by Daniel Ladinsky)

It has been my observation that Hafiz is speaking truth. That our deepest wish, so far down deep inside below the levels of most of our consciousness, is to be loved. By all the people we meet. Our politically correct way of saying this is to say we want to be liked.

We want to be loved. We want connection. Heart to heart. It really is that simple. Everything else, all of it, is just the act of not wanting to expose the core of our need and vulnerability. So we play our games, and develop, over lifetimes, strategies to keep our want and need to be loved a secret.

Imagine a world were people spoke this level of truth? Where we speak that sweet moon language all the time?


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Take Your Time – Challenging the way we see

Thursday, March 4th, 2010

Beauty

On my last trip to Sydney I was given a gift of experience. One of my teachers often said that great gifts come in small brown paper packages. This was one of those small brown package gifts. Meeting up with the awesome Gavin Blake, Graphic Facilitator extraordinaire, he invited me to go to the Sydney Museum of Contemporary Art , and the exhibition of the Olafur Eliasson. (Surely a Positive Deviant)
The world of contemporary art has never been my thing. I like certain art, but I have never grocked contemporary. Give me a Manet, or Renoir. I am a BIG fan of photography. But a huge picture of red paint with a small blue dot placed somewhere has escaped my Virgoan  sensibilities.

I am learning to say yes to more in life, and be open to seeing the world through the eyes of others, suspending my own view completely, if I am able. “If I am able” is the challenge. Can we jettison our own view and take the view of the other? This is what I ask the people I work with to do every day, so teacher, get to work and do the same. (As in, I better walk my talk!)

If I had of wandered, on the off chance, into this exhibition on my own, it would have taken me all of 5 minutes to view and I would have walked out in some form of disgust. Art! That is not art!.

Thank God for Gavin’s eyes, and his leadership and guidance.

As a die hard Buckyphil, I was delighted with some of the very impressive structures, but walking into a blank room bathed in yellow light and nothing else, well, I was feeling conned. Then Gavin so delightfully said, “Great art cause you to ask…what the F??”

Yep, he was reading my mind.

He kept talking me through each room, challenging my thinking, my reactions, my experience. Inadvertently, almost against my better judgement, my rigid Virgoan mind started to crack open, even just a bit.

Then I found myself asking a question that is quite a central question to my passion and curiosity. “What was the intention behind the artist? What was he hoping would happen to the viewer?” “What message, or story, or experience was he seeking to convey?” If any?

I became fascinated by his process. (You can’t take the Virgoan analysis out, even if you do crack open the mind.)

At some point I surrendered that, and just allowed myself to be with the experience. The last two rooms, like a great piece of music, reached a critical crescendo. The final room, entered through a dark brick lined corridor, was breathtaking. Titled ‘Beauty’ a blackened soundproof room with high ceilings had one single fine mist fountain falling from the ceiling with a spotlight directed through it. The rainbow mist changed in appearance with every different position taken in the room, and the sound of the water, very soft, almost inaudible, added to the beauty of the experience. It was Beauty.

As I learned a few months ago working with Remco the photographer on my new site photo’s, we can be looking at exactly the same view and seeing something completely different. I find that fascinating, don’t you? He was looking at a scene and seeing the light and colours through an experienced photographers eyes. I was looking at it through my  all too quick scan eyes. I mean, how perfect is life that no two people look at anything with the same eyes? Sure, it means we have to work harder on being clear with our communication and message delivery, but what an incredible world that we can sit for hours watching a panorama and challenging ourselves each moment to see it with new eyes.

I am not sure I will become a raving fan of contemporary art. However, I am up for the experience of it opening me to new ways of seeing. I am willing to take the plunge into this brave new world. I am certainly willing to challenge my own view, and to have it be challenged. Thanks Gavin.

By the way, the exhibition was titled, “Take Your Time”

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