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Inspiration comes in two ways.

Fotolia 118128979 S It comes into us when we let our experience of the world enter us and awaken our full nature. And it comes out of us when we offer that awakened full nature to others. These two ways in which Inspiration comes to us and to others form a kind of equation whose ‘answer’ is equal to its ‘question’. We can call them breathing in and breathing out. We inspire, or breathe in, experiences that awaken our full nature; and we inspire, or breathe out our awakened nature, for others. Inspiration is simultaneously the most mysterious, and the most accessible, part of what we are and who we can become. Its power is unlimited and all embracing. Moreover, Inspiration is not exclusive. It is the property of each one of us, however flawed we may be.
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A Force For Connection

9180479824 dfbf5f0d60 b Mindfulness is great, but inspiration is greater. If leaders of large organisations learn to do inspiration as part of their leadership strategy, all kinds of good things will begin to happen. First, they will become themselves: if being a leader means being oneself, as Bob Goffe of the LBS remarked, then inspiration will be their fastest and most reliable route to inspiring performance.  If, as Peter Senge remarked, being a leader means becoming a human being, then inspiration, the awakening and exercising of the neurones of Pathos, Logos and Ethos will take you there. Second, they will become creative. They will learn to refashion their own language, making one that is truly their own, by learning to describe people, places and actions, the three dimensions of depth, space and time that are the basis of a picture that tells a story. Instead of looking only for rational arguments, they will...
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Surprised by Joy

DSC 0658 I’m feeling terrible today. There is no sun. Everything seems flat. The weariness engendered by lack of sleep buzzes in my head. I lift my eyes and let my sight fall on a large cypress tree out there. It lives for no other reason than to live. Its branches wave at me. At me? Or is it waving to me? At me or to me, the tips of its branches are most certainly a whiter shade of pale. If I were painting them, there’d be Chinese white in the mix, definitely. The darker parts behind those tips have brown in them. The branches move, move, move, in a wind-blown dance. The buzz of weariness disappears, or at least seems less important. The movement of the cypress tips is like a stroking hand, many stroking hands in fact, each one stroking my weariness. Somewhere inside me an emotion stirs. Gratitude. Gentleness....
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Inspiring Growth - In the forest

Yesterday my wife and I took a walk through a nearby forest, a so called heritage forest indicating it’s non commercial use. Trunks were laying around wherever they had  fallen, trees of all types were growing without predefined patterns. Bogs were spreading and all sorts of plants were growing wild. We immersed into a world of peace, a frog jumped into a pond covered in green weed, the wind was rustling in the trees, the sunshine was cut into beams illuminating the area fairy like. We breathed in, feeling inspired by a perfect nature surrounding us.   Suddenly the peace and quiet was interrupted by some giggling laughter and penetrating human chatter. Like switching off a light the mystery of the place was lost. Annoyed I started to think about I-Thou and I-It. I undoubtedly had opened myself to nature itself and felt rewarded by the spiritual energy flowing back. It...
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Forgetting the 'I' allowed me to access unlimited energy

It was hot, it was mystic, it was impressive, it was unreal the trip through the Sahara. We, 8 friends, exploring the desert in Algeria and immersing into another world: hours without the site of another human being, almost unreal a caravan at the horizon slowly moving along, a small group of tents in the middle of nowhere, abstract formations of rocks sculptured by 100000 years of grinding storms, dunes artistically rippled by the everlasting winds. When the sun slowly turned red we just stopped anywhere for the night. One of these nights I left our camp after sun set and walked into the darkness just far enough to leave any noise or light behind curious how I would feel in this vast emptiness. The sky above me sparkled from trillions of shiny dots plastered on to true blackness. No noise would interrupt the grandness of this moment. I was impressed...
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