When Is Communication Not Communication?

Spring                               Full Awakening Moon

Into Minneapolis for a meeting on strategic communication.  This event featured such words as messaging and brand; both seem to have cabalistic charm for certain groups of people, especially, ironically, those involved in communication.  There is a desire here to make communications flow more freely within and among aspects of the organization, a good idea, and to have consistent messaging and branding for external communications.  Hmmm.

“The American Marketing Association (AMA) defines a brand as a “name, term, sign, symbol or design, or a combination of them intended to identify the goods and services of one seller or group of sellers and to differentiate them from those of other sellers…

Your brand resides within the hearts and minds of customers, clients, and prospects. It is the sum total of their experiences and perceptions, some of which you can influence, and some that you cannot.”

Messaging seems to mean, communicating through messages.  Uhm.

I find all this jargon amusing, confusing and obfuscating.  We need to present ourselves clearly to the public.  Yes.  We need to provide marks and symbols that give a consistent view to the public at large. Yes.  We need to have clear messages within and among different aspects of the organization. Yes.  Why can’t we just use language everyone understands?

We also need to help the public understand our organizations role and identity among the various organizations that do similar thing.  Yes.  An important work.

Communications will not, in the end, be my area.  At least as long it has the most impenetrable jargon of any group in the organization.

And then, another escape!

Spring                                    Full Awakening Moon

I spent a good part of today carrying former split rails from their storage place to positions along the bottom of our chain link fence facing north.  After I placed them one by one, end to end, I took out a roll of baling wire–it really is an all elecfence09purpose fix it tool, like duct tape–snipped off 12-18 inches pieces and wired the rails to the fence line.  At some point while I had this task underway, Vega came out and sat down on my feet, not at them, between me and the fence.  She just wanted to help.

(pic:  this electric fence is still working.)

After moving and wiring, I let the dogs out for the afternoon because I have a meeting tonight in the city.  So, I’m reading my e-mail, I look up and there going past the patio door is Kona.  Uh-oh.  If Kona’s out, where are the big dogs?  I moved upstairs,  fast, got to the deck, only to see Vega and Rigel  both standing there, looking around.  In this instance Kona had removed the board I used to block the gate from the fence to the lower perennial garden, the one right outside where I work on matters like e-mail, etc.

So, on the first nice day of spring, both of my inmates who tend toward escape have tested the system and found it wanting.  Geez.  What will next week bring?

Being YourSelf

Spring                                       Full Awakening Moon

“To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best day and night to make you like everybody else means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight and never stop fighting.” – e.e cummings

This has always been top of the list for me, remain me.  I’ve had my skirmishes with great levelers like alcohol, tobacco, marriage for no discernible reason, the cloak of ecclesiastics. Even after these resolved or faded into the background, I continued to struggle with that greatest beast of all for men, ambition.  Fame.  Honor.  Wondering just when my gifts would finally gain recognition, the recognition they deserved.  Didn’t occur to me until much later that they probably already had.  Gained the recognition they deserved.

The drive to live into your true Self rather than plump up your persona, polish the ego is a strong one, but it often gets subducted, like a continental tectonic plate meeting another.  This kind of movement, pushing the true Self far down, further into the dark center of Self, only increases the tremors when it finally becomes untenable, when the true self must out.

We can ever tell for ourselves how well we’re doing on this score because the persona and the ego set the original tender traps, honey pots of positive stroking, so our self evaluator is too often compromised.  Analysis helps.  So does a loving partner who will be honest while being kind.  Friends of the same kind, help too.

Today though, as I live into my 63rd year, 63 long trips around the sun, it feels to me as if I generally live as my self,  not as others would have me be, but as my own conscience guides.  Hallelujah.

A Rite of Spring

Spring                                    Full Awakening Moon

Liberal II:  The Present is now on the website.  Executive summary:  We live in a world dominated by liberal tendencies and that are, therefore, best understood and managed by a self-consciously liberal politics and faith.

Let the games begin.  The rite of spring has struck 7 Oaks.  We have received the breathless call:  One of your dogs is out!  Rigel.  Again.  Her more substantial sister, Vega did not follow her.  Kate went out in the truck to hunt her down while I walked the perimeter.  Again.

A circumstance I have hoped to avoid has come to  pass.  Rigel had dug herself out underneath the fence.  Denied the opportunity to belly over the chain link she has now decided to burrow out under the bottom.  This presents its own problems.  Electric fencing is more difficult close to the ground because weeds will grow up and short it out.  I guess the only answer this time is wiring boards to the bottom of the chain link, something I’ve done around much of the other 1/4 mile of fence, but not the part that Rigel chose for her daring, WWII attempt.

I know she loves us, but like many star-crossed tails, she has the wander lust.