TedTalk by Margaret Heffernan
NZ Women's K4 Canoe Team (Rio 2016) ~ an example of a high performing team. How is your team performing? How is success measured? What are the contributing factors to achieving goals? What changes can I make to lift performance?
'"When I walked back to the hotel after dinner with Gerry that evening, I found myself in a sort of rapture. It seemed to me that the moon over the Arno was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. I had a feeling of being liberated from decades of eptistemological despair - from a world of shallow, irrelevant computer analogies into one full of rich biological meaning, one which corresponded with reality of brain and mind. Edelman's theory was the first truly global theory of individuality and autonomy". Quote from Oliver Sacks on Gerry Edelman's theory of neuro natural selection.
Understanding that we have the power to create an infinite number of conscious and subconscious connected realities anytime, anywhere (hopefully for good, to learn, to heal, to grow) puts 'a bad day at the office' into perspective!
" Twenty years from
now you will be
by the things you
didn't do than by the
things you did do, so
sail away from
the safe harbor.
Catch the trade winds
in your sails.
I see workers in a dream rushing around carrying staircases
worried lest God might think them lazy
and all he wants them to do
Ballad of John Macfarlane and the Water Woman
Five hundred feet from the lakebed
John Macfarlane sat
With a bottle and a transistor
In the shepherds hut,
With a collie and a rifle
And heard as the night came on
The wind blow through the tussock
And the water-course pour down
For a fifty-year-old shepherd
A fire of matagouri
Whisky, dog and radio,
Were too much company,
Or so it looked. The music spun
Like a rattle of dry bones
(It could have been the Beatles
Or perhaps the Rolling Stones)
And suddenly Macfarlane knocked
The noise box to the floor,
Trampled it, and kicked [it]
Clean out the open door,
Finished the fourteenth bottle
And let the empty roll
And went to get another
From the case beside the wall
But in the open doorway
A naked woman stood
With her long hair wrapped around her
And a keas’s eye in her head.
The collie growled. Macfarlane grabbed
The rifle from his coat –
“Stand back,” he said ‘I’ll have
No woman in this hut’.
‘Oh John,’ she answered,
You’re making a mistake.
I find it lonely lying
On the bare stones of the lake;
‘Even a water goddess
Gets tired of eels and gulls,
I need a man to comfort me
And take away the chills
‘When a boy came here from the Tourist Bureau
I raised a flood for him;
I dug him out of his camera van
But the poor stick could not swim.
‘Then a man of the Ngati-Awa
Drove his tractor down my shore.
But he fell for a blonde at the Pembroke pub
And I saw his face no more.
‘But when you broke the noise-box
I knew I found the man
To appreciate a woman
Who belongs to the water clan.
‘You’re strong enough to lie with me
And grip the natural truth;
I like the stubble round your jaws,
I like your whisky breath.’
She took one step across the room;
The old dog howled in dread.
Macfarlane raised the gun and put
A bullet through her head.
One angry cry rang out, and then
The wind slammed tight the door
And there was nothing in the hut
But lake weed on the floor,
And while the shepherd lay dead drunk
The floor-boards gushed out rills
From the water-course that broke its banks
From a cloud burst in the hills,
And the next day John Macfarlane
On the lakeshore with no shirt
Frowned at the sun, his hair an beard
Loaded with shingle dirt.
"Do you see? It wasn't just the work, though the work was clearly blessed. Nor the rewards, which were none, as far as I knew. It was the life itself - a vocation, like being a hermit or a samurai. A calling. The holiest life that was offered in our world: artist. One that required the purest flame, clear lines of demarcation. Renunciation. 'Sacrifice everything" we would write on apartment walls. "Sacrifice everything to the clean line". Continual offering of our minds and our hearts. Offering impersonally our most personal passion. Most secret vision. What comfort we could give, and give each other. The beauty. Compassion disguised as aesthetics."
Hamish Ott. I am the Managing Director of Gotham Universal Limited (established 1998).