Is it inviting to offer someone a seat and then stand immediately to make it accessible and is it too much too soon if there is a language barrier and cultural chasm between you and the soon-to-be-seated?

We do not ask these questions much ( and not in such a n out of breath manner), if at all…so much the better.

But occasionally trying to fit into someone else’s clothes of sensibility and emotion, can deliver a flash-of-lightening insight into a new world next door.

Or the next door after that.

Now, let us not get too particular about it. Communication quite often works best when it is not so much thought out, as ebbed out.

The flow of happy coincidence and open hands.

There is no need to prepare a program if you use American terminology.

There is no compulsory statement that says you must have an antipasto, you can just have the main course.

Somewhere over the rainbow there is another one.

You can paint a streak in the sky.

You determine why.

They collected all the clever people together in one room giving them wine and notepads.

One by one they expressed their ideas, made notes and tried to sound clever.
Even when they didn’t try to sound clever they always fought for their own piece of the pie.

One person entered who had baked a different pie and sat quietly eating it in the corner.

After a while all turned round as there was only one, the last, piece left of the new pie.

They all wanted to try it.

What pie would put you in such a position of piety?

Agencies exist for everything from employment to protecting national security.

You could start your own agency.

You could even be your own agent. Give yourself a number. Go on missions.

It’s a good idea if you ever get “stuck”.

Agent double-me.

Should you choose to accept this mission…..
And if not today, you can come back and read this again.

What an improvement!

The journey from a recent rendezvous, the catching up with friends, to one’s home, is to me, as welcome as it is unwelcome. Usually unwelcome…who wants to leave a good thing?

But somehow we think we must get on with things and indeed we decide, we must.

Nothing wrong with the choice…but the next time I do this I will avoid it being, or avoid using, the word “must” and make sure it is a choice…”I choose”.

Most important is my intent, my feeling, of course. But it is surprising how choosing words can actually make the action a choice and not a duty.

Aha! Grasshopper teaches the master.