I often read stuff that I just feel I need to share with other readers. Here’s a poem I read today by an American poet, who I have never read before( and I am ashamed to say, I never knew existed).
AN INFORMAL PRAYER — THE PRAYER OF CYRUS BROWN- By Sam Walter Foss Continue reading “Tuesday- had to share”
From my daughter. Happy Mother’s Day !
via Daily Prompt: Maze
Neighbor kids are playing in my younger daughter’s room right now. They are playing with her long discarded toys because of course she is not here. They have thrown the toys all over the place and made a maze out of the building blocks- how will I find my way to the ironing table through this maze mess ?
The elder daughter ( 23 years) is playing ‘saloons” with them. This is a game of dress up and play acting. Some of them are the saloon ladies and some of them including my daughter is a customer. According to the rules, children are not allowed into the saloon. My daughter asked, why have you given me twin babies then ?
The saloon ladies said, we allow babies. So the problem and the solution was provided by the saloon ladies themselves. A maze was created and then a way through it provided.
I would say the same with our life problems- there are problems in all our lives. Sometimes it may seem like a maze but if we look carefully enough, there will be a path through the maze- often times misty and curvy but a path nevertheless. If we follow the path boldly, there is a path through every life maze.
Pink is the color of babies- the color I most associate with babies. Every baby room I might have visited has a dab of pink in it- it may be their bibs or their little frocks or their talcum powder bottle.
Pink is also in many of our flowers.
Recently I saw a book called ” Drive” written by an author called Pink. I couldn’t sit down to read it as I was not into motivational books at that time. It was the book recommended for our college Book Club.
And again, pink is the color of the Breast Cancer Awareness month. Pink ribbons.
Pink ribbons somehow transport me to childhood when the hair of little girls used to be plaited and held in place with pink ribbons.
The last few days have seen me in many workshops. The time of the year is quite lax in terms of work ; so the university has decided to give its staff some perks in terms of getting them to attend courses on Leadership techniques, Conflict Resolution, Cross Cultural issues and so on. I must confess I have never been to any of them before this.
This year my friend from the neighboring university called and asked me to register for the courses she was registered in. Seems like she has attended them every year. So I did though not particularly interested. I registered for the very same courses she had put her name in. And I was selected.
I have not regretted the decision. I went there not even knowing which course I was registered for or why I was there other than that May had asked me to register but it was well worth my time. I found out a lot about my style of conflict management which seemingly is engagement. IF there is a conflict, I choose to use emotions and work towards solving the task at hand not caring if relationships might be affected en route.
The other styles are the accommodative one ( May), where the relationships are valued more than the task and the people with this style choose to accept whatever the other party tells them is the way. They suppress their emotions for their style is to be accommodative and peaceful.
The other two categories are the extremes- one the Discussion type, which prefers to be totally objective about a situation and does not bring an ounce of emotion into the conflict but their focus is on getting the task done and the other is the high emotional one, where emotions are primary and the task is totally secondary. It seems culture has a lot of hand in which conflict management style one would prefer to use.
I got to know a lot of people from my own university and from other universities. In other situations, it would probably had not been so friendly and open but since this was like a work day out, every one had let their hair down and there did not seem too many inhibitions around.
They were great days. Next week is office shutting day. More on that next week.