It’s the place of inspiration, of sense making, of earthing who I am and what I do. And I don’t want to keep it for myself.
It feels like it’s been a long time coming, not that I’ve arrived, but I am OK with the journey and being here now, today, and in the words of TS Eliot in Little Gidding (one of my favourite poems):
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time.”
So what do I see?
As I look our from here I see many amazing people really wanting to make a lasting difference through their work and wider life. I also sense their frustration with constant demands on their attention and the danger of exchanging the mantle of significance and meaning for the badge of busyness.
And I’ve worn that badge – as a former chief exec, as a long-term carer, as a leader and active participant in a number of fields – and I know what it does to me…
But I don’t think opting out is the answer. It’s deliberately choosing a different way of being, of thinking, and of doing that relationally.
The potential for effecting change is bigger than ever before, but it requires more than heroic gestures and simplistic answers.
Join me on the journey?