Monday, July 29, 2013
When Things Seem As if They Are Going the Wrong Way
This post will really be about beautiful wild flowers and hikes. The title doesn't sound that way. I know. And the new blog cover photo was taken a couple of weeks ago in that same wonderful meadow at the top of Butler Gulch off the highway between Empire and Winter Park--a 150-mile round trip so it's one of my summer luxuries.
Our "new" Voices For Children CASA (Court Appointed Special Advocates) Executive Director completed her last day about 2:15 last Friday, and another search is on. The committee isn't as strong as last year's, not as independent of the loudest voice. I don't have as much influence as I'd like with the committee chair, and yes, as board president I appointed her. It feels out of control even though we have several qualified candidates. Perhaps out of control is good. Maybe mixing it up is the way we'll come up with the best candidate for the job at this time. It doesn't appear that we will get the most qualified candidate, but perhaps someone looking from a different point of view will be good.
I'm rationalizing. But for my own well being, I must let go of the outcome. I am letting go of the board presidency at the end of my term--September 30th--and don't remember when I've felt so "right" about moving away from a leadership post. It's a little hard to see that end right now as I'm the go-to person for the staff, and have the responsibility to be sure grants are mailed/finished, meetings attended, and all is well at the office and that plans for our big fundraising luncheon on September 20th are on track.
Did I just make the case that I have enough on my plate without trying to control (guide I would say) the search outcome?! Is this just another opportunity to let go of power and control--one of the ego centers that gets in the way of the true self showing up?
I have a practice called "the welcoming prayer." It's welcoming the distress showing up from one of the three centers of need that get overblown and govern our lives--power and control, esteem and affection, and security and survival. That practice works in reverse. As I say "welcome, welcome, welcome my need for power and control in this situation," over and over the angst begins to loosen. I'm doing that now. Next I will welcome my need for esteem and affection as it seems to be playing in this scenario too.
Now to the mountains and flowers, which actually aren't part of this blog after all. I'll write about them in another post. Here are a couple of photos that remind me that creation is good whether or not things are going my way.
Above, me at the falls below Isabelle Glacier, taken by
friend John Bowers from Nashville during our Indian Peaks
Wilderness hike last Tuesday. To the right, paintbrush
above Isabelle Lake on the same hike--from my I-phone.