Showing posts with label anger. Show all posts
Showing posts with label anger. Show all posts

Sunday, 2 December 2018

Anger over fear - Day 3

Day 3

3 wise monkeys - they originate from Japan and they are Mizaru, covering his
eyes, who sees no evil; 
Kikazaru, covering his ears, who hears no evil; and Iwazaru, covering his mouth, who speaks no evil.

This post was composed in 2015 by Khurshed Dehnugara, a leading Partner at specialist research and advisory business Relume; this consultancy helps organisations, leaders, teams and individuals challenge the status quo. It touches on the "heartache and hope" elements of this year's theme. This post is a gift, as it will make you think about how and why you and others behave as you/they do.

 Khurshed commenced his career within the corporate environment, but left  off being an executive to become a coach and facilitator working with C-suite executives and leaders who are seeking paths to achieve desirable change within complex organisations. He has an eclectic educational background that crosses cultural, scientific, psychological and artistic boundaries. Khurshed is active on social media (I first met him via Twitter when he asked to join the 2014 Advent Blog series - his handle is @relume1) and writes excellent blogs as well as books. Last year he published the highly rated "Flawed but Willing - Leading Large Organizations in the Age of Connection". Similar to his book, Khurshed's below post is personal and explores why we behave as we do. It brings to life the contrast of feelings and how we interpret our responses - the heat of apparently coal-fuelled anger and its sometimes driver, the root-grip of fear that, if appreciated, can shed light on a situation and hence provide opportunities.

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At first I felt very angry, they were having a go at me, my whole body was flushed with an enormous surge of emotion. My mind was trying to grab anything that would get me through this and everything in my body was ready for a fight.
 


Then I stopped and gave it a little longer. It may only have been seconds but felt much longer as these things often do.





Now I noticed a sensation in my stomach that is difficult to describe but I know it after many years of experience to be a sign of me being scared. My intestines were all tangled up, I was hypersensitive to the environment and my heart was in my mouth. I used to deny this being about fear and call it something else; I couldn't accept that I would be scared of anything, far better to be angry than scared.

Now that I can accept it is fear it gives me some more choices.




I also know that when I feel it there is bound to be some anger somewhere, sometimes directed towards me. This is helpful when everyone in the room is still smiling but my senses are telling me something different. Sometimes it is more 'obvious', people avoiding contact with me, talking past me and turning their faces away. It is then a choice of what do I do with this? Do I want to press into the anger, encourage its expression? I often do this by reflecting back to the team their facial expressions - this sometimes causes a shift. Or do I want to diffuse the anger? In this case I chose to do that in the interests of the bigger piece of work by trying an apology. But I could only make this choice once I distinguished fear as different to anger. If I only had an angry response there was no choice about my reactions.
 


I imagine a picture of my fear when it is hiding just behind my anger. It is smaller, obscured somehow, it makes itself available but only for an instant before it hides away again, hands over its eyes or ears or mouth. If I can pause and wait quietly then he may show himself again. He feels weak but the more I wait, the more time I give him the more likely it is that he will come and speak for himself.
 


When I speak from that place I notice the whole tone of what I am saying changes, my voice and presence are different, steadier more connected, the audience are more intent on hearing what I have to say, the room is quieter. And we get a result more often than not.



·      Where does anger arise most often in your system? And when?

·      Can you identify what triggers it?


·      Is it authentic, about addressing some kind of injustice?


·      Is it a cover for another emotion?


·      Could it be fear that you are covering up?


·      Can you distinguish the changes in your body and the distinctions between what you notice when you are angry versus when you are scared?


·      If so what are you scared of? Can you articulate it or write it down? What happens? How do people react?


In the day to day it is quite easy to be angry with a whole host of things in the business that are not going to plan. In the Industrial Age cultures being angry is often admired as a form of leadership, if not admired it is certainly the currency of many organisational myths!

In the channel at the edges of the established ways of working, access to fear, especially the fear behind any anger is a source of creativity and change, if only we can give it a voice.






Monday, 18 December 2017

Waiting for the dawn - Day 19

Day 19 (Tuesday 19th December 2017)
19 years ago Cuba lifted its 30-year ban on Christmas.
Fidel Castro declared the government atheist after the coup in 1952 and 
abolished the paid Christmas Day public holiday in 1969 because, he said,
he needed everyone to work on the sugar harvest. Being a Christian festival, 
it should come as no surprise that Christmas is not recognised predominantly in parts 
of the Middle East and Asia. Countries in which Christmas is not a formal public holiday 
include Afghanistan, Algeria, Azerbaijan, Bahrain, Bhutan, Cambodia, China (excepting 
Hong Kong and Macao), Comoros, Iran, Israel, Japan, Kuwait, Laos, Libya, Maldives, 
Mauritania, Mongolia, Morocco, North Korea, Oman, Pakistan, Qatar, Sahrawi Arab Democratic Republic, 
Saudi Arabia, Somalia, Tajikistan, Thailand, Tunisia, Turkey, Turkmenistan, 
United Arab Emirates, Uzbekistan, Vietnam, and Yemen.
We have our office Christmas Party this evening. Many firms, due to the diverse nature of the workforce now have "Winterval" parties or a "seasonal event", we however, being a long-established UK business, remain traditional. We are off to celebrate in the vaults of Old Billingsgate Market.

Today's piece was a challenging piece to write and some may find it a challenging read. It has been written in the form of "Wild Writing", similar to Free Writing, which, as Wikipedia states, is a "technique in which a person writes continuously for a set period of time without regard to spelling, grammar, or topic. It produces raw, often unusable material, but helps writers overcome blocks of apathy and self-criticism." Clearly, this piece is usable, but I am sorry to say that the author, despite being determined to write a piece for the series, was unable to produce anything without resorting to this method, as they either rejected or over-stressed about and edited until the piece lost its authenticity. They have asked to present anonymously, although they are aware that people who know them well will recognise them from what they have written.





For reasons that will be obvious after you have read it, I have not interrupted the flow of the words with any illustrations, other than at the start and the end.


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This is the third time I have written my contribution for the Advent blog and this is also the third style I have written it in as there is something that I want to write but I don’t want to write because it is going to mean saying things that I don’t want to say which sounds very confusing as I write it ummmm I’d like to say that it is because I don’t want to say them to the world but that is bollocks the reality is that I don’t want to say it to myself *lets out a massive sigh* this is the darkest year I have experienced in living memory I had a fairly dark one 4 years ago because I made some choices that seemed right but were very wrong and so I made some changes gave sincere apologies and there was quickly a new dawn but this year has felt relentless relentlessly dark I want to call bullshit on myself as there have been wonderful moments elements or aspects of joy but I have had to fight for them and fight really hard at times to find those moments when I feel content when I feel happy............. fighting to be happy that is a whole new thing for me and I’ve had to do it as I have been fighting for most of this year against myself in a way I’ve struggled as I’ve not been able to be me or at least the me that I want to be I have been physically unable to do the things that bring me joy that I enjoy to do things where I can help out and be with others when I can be alone with my 8 count where I can be active and still where I can challenge and be at ease oh I have missed it so so much and now when it is dark I feel the most alone in the darkness fighting for the joy for the dawn but knowing it is only for a fleeting moment before the darkness takes hold again I want to swear A LOT but am choosing not to as as as as as as as I don’t want to be that person that gets shouty angry I know that anger helps me fuels me will get me to a place where the dawn endures I want to use that anger to drive me on not drive me down there is enough doing that already without me adding to it myself I look around and I can see how the darkness that surrounds me is affecting other people too they are having to fight to get some dawn for themselves to get me and try to keep me in the dawn I hate that it affects them too I know why it does and conceptually I get all that but I hate it I hate the way things are I want to be me again please just let me be me again I crave the day I can be me *sigh* when I can be me and so I will sit here in the darkness and I will fight for those moments of joy and I will sit here in the darkness and I will cry for the loss of the moments I treasure and I will sit here in the darkness calling for help and welcoming those people that pull me into the light and I will sit here in the darkness as I know that the darkness will end and I will sit here in the darkness waiting for the dawn waiting for the time when the fighting will ease when I can once again be me





Wednesday, 14 December 2016

Falling in love again

Day 15 (Thursday 15th December 2016)



15 hostages, who had been used as human shields in Iraq, were released

admired heavyweight boxing and subsequently a humanitarian activist, 
died 3 June 2016. He lived his life according to his values and once said: 
"He who is not courageous enough to take risks will accomplish nothing in life."
Goodness me, the days are flying by and we have had the most amazing selection of blogs from new and old voices. Today, it gives me great pleasure to introduce you to Gill Martin, an independent coach, facilitator and learning enthusiast and loving mother and partner, who lives near me in London. Described by many as conscientious, calm and creative, she is much respected and valued by those who have worked with her. After studying Linguistics at university, Gill commenced her career in retail (with a brief stint between BHS and the Body Shop which enables her legitimately to sing "I Ain't Gonna Work On Maggie's Farm No More"). After being a successful store manager, Gill progressed into training. Although happy as a consultant, Gill has strayed occasionally back into corporate life (both times for organisations that try to make the world a better place and to enhance people's lives - most recently Macmillan Cancer Support and before that PRS (the organisation that tries to protect the rights of song writers, composers and musicians). Gill is very values led.

Gill was very nervous about posting a blog in the series, but I am sure that you will agree with me that she has produced a great read. I suspect that it echoes how many of us feel. If you want to take the conversation further you can follow Gill on Twitter, her handle is @Gill_Mart. Or write some comments for her here.


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Falling in love again  


This year I realised I was in a hollow in my career. Not a deep dark chasm, more a wide shallow crater like you see in the pictures of the moon. 


Lunar crater - courtesy of NASA
I was working, paid every month by organisations that exist to do good. And I didn’t do bad work, I delivered things that needed to be delivered, said no to doing things that didn’t serve the greater good. Yet I felt like a small figure in a vast landscape, hiding in plain sight.


William Henry Millais, Hayes Common, 1852-3. Oil on canvas. Yale Centre for British Art

So, I climbed out and I’ve been standing on the edge asking myself what happened. And the answer is very simple, I fell out of love with what I do. As I say this there’s a voice in the back of my head telling me I sound like a privileged north Londoner complaining there was no asparagus at the farmers’ market, that loving what you do is a surely a luxury, that there are many jobs that are quite hard to love. And who am I to complain about professional dissatisfaction when the world is in crisis and people have suffered real loss? But I’ll hush the voice because I know for me that it matters, it really matters to love what I do.


Source: Monster.com advert 2012

When I first tentatively sat on the edge of the hollow I really wasn’t sure if I could ever fall in love again, if I needed to move on and find something else to call ‘work’. I’ve had a good hard look at what was getting in the way and anger and fear feature large in the reckoning.


Illustration from "Une enfance dans la lune". By B Moraillon

Anger didn’t come out well in me, it didn’t rail against injustice and serve as a call to action. It turned me into a three-year old having a major tantrum, huge bursts of energy that ended up nowhere. And looking back I really thank the person who had the courage to call it out, who didn’t politely walk around me, but told me straight. At the time, it felt like a slap in the face (aren’t you supposed to ignore tantrums?) but I know it was done with a positive intention, as a wake-up call rather than a put down.



I’m understanding more what I do with fear. Avoidance is my tactic of choice; no horror movies or scary theme park rides for me. And avoidance is fine so long as no one else suffers the consequences. I feel proud of how I manage the fear I carry as a parent. The fear of harm or loss can feel all-consuming and I’ve worked hard to stop that fear clouding my decisions so my children could learn to live their own way. I’ve lots of lessons still to learn about how fear shows up in my professional life and how it influences the decisions I make about my work with others. I have some pay-back to do for the person who took a risk with me.
But recently has been rediscovering joy. It’s the feeling I’ve had when I’ve walked through the woods and really seen autumn, when I’ve watched dogs tear around in circles having the best time …ever! When just for a minute, on a Saturday morning run, I find my inner gazelle, or, if I dare own up to it, I laugh till I cry at the ex-shadow chancellor doing the cha-cha-cha.


Ed Balls and Katya Jones perform the cha-cha-cha on Strictly Come Dancing
And I’ve had this feeling in my professional life too; while sitting with a group of colleagues learning to do tricky stuff together, while working one on one and marvelling at how resourceful people can be; and while soaking up the spirit of generosity that oozes from the bit of Twitter I’ve cautiously dipped in to. And, for anyone who remembers The Fast Show, it’s ‘Brilliant!’



Finding love in any part of my life, as a partner, a parent, a friend and a daughter has always involved dealing with the dark stuff, but remembering to let joy in is what gets me through. So now I’m looking forward to whatever ‘work’ I do with joy in my heart. I’m not promising I won’t look back, there’s still learning for me in that hollow, but there’s also a wonderful landscape of heights to climb.


Inspiring heights ahead

Thursday, 1 December 2016

A Story of Hope - the Fourth H Word

A Story of Hope - the Fourth H Word

Day 2 (Friday 2nd December 2016)


2 choices were given to eligible voters in the UK Referendum
that took place on Thursday 23rd June 2016.

England voted strongly for Brexit, by 53.4% to 46.6%, 

as did Wales, with Leave getting 52.5% of the vote and Remain 47.5%. 

Scotland and Northern Ireland both backed staying in the EU. 

Scotland backed Remain by 62% to 38%, while 55.8% in 

Northern Ireland voted Remain and 44.2% Leave.

Today's piece is full of emotion and depth.  It is contributed by Michele Armstrong, the MD of Acorn Principle Plus, which she established in 2003. Michele is a mindfulness specialist and Head of Coaching for Mindful Talent, which established a working partnership with Acorn earlier this year. Michelle is passionate about coaching and the need for ethics and standards. She was appointed Head of the Association for Coaching Scotland in 2004. She demonstrates an impressive drive for personal growth and learning - she studied for a BA in Community Education at The University of Edinburgh, in the early 1990s, and since then has attained an MSc in Neuroscience of Leadership from Middlesex University and a further MSc in Mindfulness (graduating this year) from the University of Aberdeen. Michele is based in Edinburgh. Prior to founding her own business, Michelle was an Executive Coach for the Buccleugh Estates. As a child I spent every summer in Scotland and the stretch of the river Nith on which I fished (and in which I occasionally swam) was next to some of the Buccleuch lands - amazing countryside and passionate people working to ensure sustainable economic development for the individuals who worked on, and the communities living near and engaging with, the natural resources. Hard not to be well-grounded after the experience of being with people working to ensure the continuity of beautiful, sustainable environments. You can follow Michelle on Twitter, her handle is @micheleatacorn

As you will see from her following words, Michelle has a large heart and considerable resilience. When not helping and supporting others, Michelle is a keen amateur gardener. She likes seeing things grow. It is a pleasure having her as the second contributor of this year's Advent Blog series. 



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In considering the theme of #Advent Blogs 2016 – Heights, Hearts & Hollows, my mind was filled with so many thoughts I wanted to share under each of these topics. I spent a few days sitting with my mind full of ideas, then started to get all my thoughts out onto paper by journaling freely, until the story began to emerge. At times words would pour out in a flood and confuse my senses; at other times I would stare at a blank page in the way I imagine Ted Hughes might have done as he waited for his Thought Fox to appear.




The following poem by Rumi (and other poems I find inspiring) let me view my experiences from a different position; a place from which I could look back on the hollows (instead of from within) and upwards and onwards to new heights – enjoying the promise of things to come.

The Guesthouse

This being human is a guest house

Every morning a new arrival.

A joy, a depression, a meanness,

some momentary awareness comes
as an unexpected visitor.
Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they are a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
empty of its furniture,
still treat each guest honourably.
He may be clearing you out for some new delight.
The dark thought, the shame, the malice,
meet them at the door laughing,
and invite them in.
Be grateful for whoever comes,
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond. ~ Rumi




The story I share with you now represents a manicured version of the words, thoughts and feelings that have been showing up at my guesthouse since the untimely death of my daughter almost three years ago. Yes, the ‘crowd of sorrows’ have been here, along with anger, disbelief and pain, as well as many thoughts I regarded as dark and shameful. And I don’t mind admitting that I was far from able to ‘meet them at the door laughing’. 



However, it is the ‘unexpected visitors’ I want to write about today, because this is a story of hope – the fourth H word.



From Hollows to Hope


My time spent in the ‘hollows’, although intense, was temporary, and arguably served some kind of purpose. At times, I felt like I was locked in a dark prison cell, in solitary confinement, alone and with no way out. 




My daughter’s death felt meaningless, unfair and isolating, and although I desperately tried to make sense of it, none came. I was seeking solutions to something there were no real answers to.



After a while, I became aware that there were no locks or chains holding me in the hollows; I was choosing to stay there, wallowing. I experienced fleeting moments of fresh awareness and glimpses of light; they told me there was hope.





With hope, I felt the darkness grow softer. The heaviness felt lighter. I felt I’d made space for new visitors to the guesthouse. Hope is slow to come, but it comes.

Anger still came and went, each time pointing the finger at something or someone different:
  • myself (shoulda, woulda, coulda)
  • ‘them’ (why doesn’t anyone prepare us for death – they know it’s going to happen)
  • The government (well, why not!?)


Hope was a constant visitor, making it possible for me to ‘be here now’, to exist in this moment. To sit with sadness and let it be, to acknowledge the shame and doubt before letting them go; and to allow memories that, although sad, would bring joy to visit me too. I learned that I didn’t need to hold onto my guests because each one will come and go if I accept that ‘this too shall pass’.





Hope transforms Hearts


From somewhere in my memory I remembered the lotus flower that begins life in the murky depths of a muddy pool where there seems little hope of new growth or any sign of life. In some traditions, the bud of the lotus symbolises potential. Wrapped within the bud are all the tiny leaves that will one day grow out of the mud and rise above the dirty water to share their beauty with the world. The open flower symbolises an open heart.





At the time I’d been studying several courses that challenged me to view the world and my experience of it through various lenses. I particularly liked (and learned from) the ULab course (based on Otto Scharmer’s ‘Theory U’) and studies in mindfulness. Both had taken me along a path where I was learning to let go of my limited understanding of things, to listen at a deeper level, to be still and to hear what my heart was telling me. Now that I was experiencing life from a completely different perspective, and nothing seemed to make sense any more, I let go of the theory and grasped onto what was real and meaningful, and still felt tangible enough to hold onto through my grief. I was learning to open my heart, to know what it is to feel without being able to hide from the feelings and to allow myself to lean into my vulnerability.





I came to realise that I was not alone; in fact, the opposite was true. I am surrounded by love from family and friends and I am connected, on many levels, to the people who share this world with me. 






I’ve realised that this human connection gives rise to spiritual growth, and opens the door to many new visitors to my guesthouse, and to old friends who I’d almost forgotten. Hope was the catalyst in reintroducing me to the presence of love, faith, kindness and compassion. As each of these grew stronger, the ‘crowd of sorrows’ grew smaller. 




My heart continues to ache, and there’s a space in my life that I still have to navigate around. However, I’m learning to welcome vulnerability, sorrow and sadness, and I am grateful for their visits. 





With them comes a sense of the joys and the good times that, for now, are locked in the memories that accompany the group on their visits. 


One of my favourite poets, Kahlil Gibran, talks about our relationship with our children in his book, The Prophet. He said:


“Your children are not your children.They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.They come through you but not from you,And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.

…You may house their bodies but not their souls,For their souls’ dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams." 

Writing about death he said, 
“And when you have reached the mountain top, then
           you shall begin to climb”.



Reaching the Heights


Back at the start of the story, I said my current perspective enabled me to look ‘upwards and onwards to new heights – enjoying the promise of things to come’. This is true. In the last few months, I’ve turned a corner and am building a new way of life that embraces this new, open-heartedness that has emerged out of the muddy hollows. When my daughter died, her two small children came to live with my husband and I, and our life was thrown into a completely new orbit as ‘kinship carers’. Amidst the grief, my husband and I rose to the challenge and slowly redefined what life means to us.






Life’s transitions and changes can be hard at the best of times; at the worst of times I felt like I wasn’t going to make it. And yet, here I am to tell the tale.


Gibran went on to say, in his writings about death,

“You would know the secret of death.
But how shall you find it unless you seek it in the heart of life?”

I discovered that hope transforms the heart. I learned that we are not alone on this planet – ever – even when it feels like we are. We are all connected and if we can learn to open our hearts to feel that connection, and to be led by our hearts to build stronger connections through kindness and compassion, then we will genuinely experience the heart of life and begin to climb.


“In the depth of your hopes and desires lies your silent knowledge of the beyond;
And like seeds dreaming beneath the snow your heart dreams of spring”
- Kahlil Gibran, 1995