My Apologies to All Wonderful Genevieves in the World.
Yesterday my Beautiful Daughter Grace said, ” Mom, your Genevieve is Out.” As much as it made me Cry Tears of Laughter, I don’t Like Genevieve. She’s an Alter Ego of mine. Or maybe it’s just Ego. My Ego.
My Kids have a Name for Her. She’s Pretentious. Judgmental. Quick to Offense. She even holds her purse a Certain way. Clasping her hands at her upper chest. Her nose is even slightly higher than normal. She’s Impatient. Superficial. She’s Really Rather Ridiculous.
I’ve Learned to Laugh at Her. Quickly Usher her to where she Belongs. Under the Control of Spirit. I only Like Myself under the wonderful control of the Spirit. Gentle. Happy. Supportive. Kind. Longsuffering.
I love that Genevieve Never Goes Away. She’s always there reminding me of My Potential to Be Kinda Awful. To Humble Myself to the Control of the Spirit.
Labouring to always make sure Genevieve stays working the Broom Closet for the Rest of my Days. She’s One Pompous Jerk.
Heaven is a place where Connectedness is All Important. Where One’s Self and the Eternal and Our Fellow Citizens are One. It states we all have our Separate Bodies, but we are One in Our Spirit. No Divisiveness. No Hierarchy. No Status.
Because of this, Heaven doesn’t Appeal to Everyone. Those who Love Place and Status would find Heaven Dull. Some People Find Power more important than Pleasure. Or that at the very least Power Synonymous With Pleasure.
So Today in Order to Grow to Heaven (Yes, I meant Grow) I want to Start Understanding the Oneness of Our Souls. Our Connectedness. I want to Learn to Weep when you Weep and Laugh when you Laugh. To truly not see Race. Colour. Status. Personalities. Affirmity. Hierarchy. But to See Beautiful Humanity. And the Richness that we Enjoy when we Feel Completely Connected to Every Soul we Meet. Every Stranger we Pass. Every Child whose eyes meet ours for a moment.
Nothing is Sweeter than Connectedness. Nothing Creates More Suffering when we are Divided.
Both Words are being used around the office describing Thanksgiving on the weekend.
“It was nice, you know…Pretty Standard…”
“Oh yeah, it was Super Special this year…”
And when it comes to Traditions, Standard is, in my opinion, Special. It’s Standardly Special to have Mom’s Stuffing Recipe. Squash because it was Dad’s Favourite. Ambrosia Salad because what is Thanksgiving Dinner without the cheesy tacky marshmallow cherry salad?
Yesterday my law firm put together a 1.03 Billion Dollar Deal. My job was organizing their many boardrooms and making sure their breakfast, lunch and dinner were catered to. Many a late night snack as well as they Worked Out The Kinks. A Rather Small Role in the whole Scheme of Things.
So I was deeply humbled this morning to come to work and find three emails from our Top Managing Lawyers for my exceptional service. Thanking me for the “extra mile” hospitality.
I’ll tell you what is Extra Mile…
Out of all the people they could thank and remember in a Billion Dollar Deal going down, is not the catering coordinator.
That’s the Extra Mile.
Again, a Lesson Learned.
You don’t get to be in these positions in life without knowing how to Pass the Kudos Down. People that Get Somewhere Special in Life are True Leaders.
Empathic. Kind. Humble
They Recognize the Extra Mile, because they are Extra Mile People.
Our office is Full of New Potential Associates at our Law Firm. They stand at the window in our Reception area and excitedly speak of the views. The Calgary Tower looms directly in front. The Views truly are remarkable. When I was here for my first interview, the boardroom faced the same view. I remember it was hard to focus with so much beauty awaiting my eyes out the window. Now I Breeze By. Now and Again, there’s a Quick Glance. It’s more now to check the weather for my walk home. It kinda makes me sad How Quick things Become Old News.
So how do we Stay Enthralled? How do we not Grow Calloused to Beauty? Why do we always need new? In what we View? In our Careers? In our Relationships?
Is it not to take a Moment and Let it Be New Again? Where we can take off the Grey Glasses of Accustom and put on the new shiny Glasses of Appreciation. Where we stop and even revel in the memory of the First Moment we saw it. Our First Day at our Dream Job. The moment we saw the One we Love.
Take a Moment and Savour the Old. Make it New Again. Your Happy Heart will Thank You.
Snow acts like a Great Insulator. I’m No Scientist but it seems to Absorb Sound. When I opened my front door to walk to work there was a Blanket of It over the City. My Walk to Work seemed Muted. Serene compared to the Hustle of a Clear Day. Maybe a lot of people took a Snow Day. I Don’t Know. But I enjoyed the Hush. I could Hear the Little Rivers Meandering down into the Grates of the Already Melting Snow. The Squishing of my Boots in the Slush. My heart felt as Light as the Little Snowflakes dotting my hair.
Some days the Gift of Being Alive is Extra Real.
It was not lost on me that as I entered Bankers Hall where I take the elevator up to the 35th floor for work, Simon & Garfunkel are singing their Famous Song…
The Sound of Silence.
In Restless Dreams I walked Alone. Narrow streets of Cobblestone. Neath the halo of the street lamp. I turned my collar to the cold and damp….
I Sometimes Marvel at the Little Things in Life that Coincide. One can look at Life as Everything just being Meaningless, or Everything Having a Meaning.
Today, although not a deep spiritual meaning, I smiled that the song that Welcomed me to my Work, was in keeping with my musings as I banged the snow off my boots in the atrium.
There’s a group of caterers setting up for a University of Calgary Seminar for First Year Law Students. When I Hit the Kitchen, I Realize I’ve Hardly Ever Heard Such Happy Chatter. Reveling in the Last Wedding in Canmore. The Old Mine being the Venue. How Beautiful the Bride was. How the Rain Stopped Miraculously. One Server is Talking about her Diploma Course in Supply Management she’s Completing. Another her Darling Daughter. I’m Warmed by the Rapport between Them.
Then I watch Their Boss. His Eyes are Kind. He Smiles Wide and Genuine. He Describes Each Canape on His Menu with Excitement. His Passion for His Craft is So Evident in His Demeanor. He Engages with His Staff with True Interest. He Stops in the Chaos to Offer Support and Encouragement. Even before I met the staff, his words were “You’re going to love my staff. Every one of them is great!”
He’s a True Leader. He’s Kind. Empathetic. Energetic. Self Sacrificing. Encouraging. His Staff Glow with Their Love for their Job.
Once Again, a Lesson is Learned. Bosses Set the Tone. Like Attracts Like.
We All are Leaders in One Way or Another. Unless You Live Under a Rock. We All are in a Place of Inspiring Others. We All are Either Helping or Hindering the Journey of Others.
Thanks, Catering Boss From Food Works. You’re My Hero Today.