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  • Petard Hoisting

    When you’re grinding away at a siege and need to blow a hole in the castle wall you need a petard. This is a cone shaped device full of gunpowder. To hoist means to blow up, so to be hoist with your own petard means to be blown up by your own bomb.

    Of course for most of us not still in the fourteenth century our siege days are over and petard hoisting is used when we trip over our own comments. 

    When coaching recently I invited a client to rethink a nervous no and say yes to a new opportunity and he reflected and took it. We then chatted and I was offered the opportunity to play my bass guitar with a live drummer (instead of a drum machine). Tricky one that as being worried I’d show myself up I wanted to say no. However, having just extolled the virtues of saying yes it felt that I had to go with the flow. Hoist with my own petard!

    I said yes and booked a date for a jam.

    And, well the thing is it was fun. My drummer friend was impressed and I found that I was a much better bass player than I realised.

    Sometimes being hoist with our own petard can lead to fun and a healthy chunk of rock n roll. Not arf pop pickers!

    Next week: Serious Ukelele 

  • A Mindful Poem

    Mindfulness is the new big thing!  That is, if you ignore 2,500 years of back history and assume it was invented on YouTube a week last Thursday.

    I was privileged enough to work with a group of talented people recently on the beach! Yes, a group of us went for an early morning beach walk to hone our coaching skills. We discussed mindfulness and explored the power of a silent mindful five minutes. Picture yourself sitting safely on the sand, a breeze nudging your cheek, your eyes closed and your ears wide open and taking in the sound of dog walkers, water, birds, distant cars and all the sounds of life. Great fun and is there a better way to start the day? 

    To get us thinking about mindfulness and the need to sit back and observe our thoughts and feelings I shared a classic poem with the group. Here it is for you:

    The Guesthouse (Rumi, 1207-1273)

    This being human is a guesthouse

    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’re a crowd of sorrows who violently sweep your house empty of its furniture,

    Treat every 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.

    …We can find ‘the gift’ inside each setback and put our energy into new things. We can choose our response and can take our power and get on with life.

    The book I have taken this poem from is The Dummies Guide to Mindfulness. A good read!

    This week, take a moment to think. About what, well that’s your call.

    Next week: Petard Hoisting!