Archive for August, 2009

Reaching for Your Community’s Highest Potential

Heaven

We received a frustrated email earlier this week, from the leader of a community organization. The Community-Driven message was so clearly articulated that the note could have easily been penned by one of the graduates of our Community-Driven Consulting course.

“I have been frustrated with providing the services that we provide, although they are good programs that clearly benefit the participants. The frustration stems from the fact that the programs may be good, but they will not fundamentally change the conditions that exist in our community.”

“I want a model that empowers people to change the future and not just be victims of their past. We need to challenge people to question many basic assumptions that influence the behavior that needs to change for there to be a realignment in the values in our community.  What questions will challenge the very framework people exist within?  Even an asset based approach does not challenge what we believe we are capable of achieving and does not force us to reinvent systems that weren’t designed to empower us.”

The key, as this frustrated organizational leader clearly presents, is not about what we “do.” The key is first and foremost about the thinking that goes into the doing.

From The Pollyanna Principles:

“Moving beyond the path we have been walking, and consciously choosing to take a different road, can be compared to any major life change.  In our personal lives, we can either lose weight by trying a fad diet, or we can instead focus on living a healthy life for the long term.  For a true life change to occur, we need to change our thoughts.  From those changed thoughts, we then need to change our habits.

“But the thinking comes first.

“When we change our actions without first changing our thoughts, we flit from fad diet to fad diet.  When we change our assumptions and expectations, though, we not only lose weight; we become healthy overall.

“To date, as community organizations have tried to accomplish more, they have leaned toward the fad diet end of the spectrum: the latest fundraising or governance fad, the latest planning fad.  Not surprisingly, like dieting, our organizations have not grown more healthy, and neither have our communities.

“Here is what we know about creating lasting behavioral change:

From thoughts to Actions

Buddha said, “We are what we think. All that we are arises with our thoughts.”

So what is your own organization thinking?  What thoughts, assumptions, expectations are guiding your own work?  Are you expecting to work towards your community’s highest potential?  And if not, what will it take for today to be the day you take that first step – changing your assumptions and expectations, to begin creating the future of your community?

Read The Pollyanna Principles and change your thinking (and your doing) right now – because your community is counting on you!

Celebrating the Simple Things

Pottery

For me, birthdays are about quietly celebrating all I have to be grateful for – every moment of my past, and every moment yet to come.  Yesterday I chose to celebrate on perhaps my favorite drive anywhere – the Sonoita / Patagonia / Nogales / Tubac loop.

It was a day filled with quiet natural beauty, fabulous art, Mexican food and tequila, and one of my favorite bookstores in the world.  It was also one of the rare days I relaxed enough to shoot a bit, so I thought I’d bring you all along for my birthday ride!

Heading south and east of Tucson is the Sonoita Highway, an official State Scenic Route.  Rolling hills dotted with juniper, open range, dipping down into the grasslands town of Sonoita.

Sonoita Highway

On the other side of the hills, beyond Sonoita to the south and west is the tiny town of Patagonia.  Bounded by the Sonoita Creek, Patagonia is delightfully green. Stopped at the Nature Conservancy’s Sonoita Creek Preserve. The sky was turning stormy. Hummingbirds were out in force.  I closed my eyes and let the sound of the breeze through the giant cottonwoods spill over me…

Sonoita Creek Preserve

Hummingbird

Heading south is Nogales – the border.  I stopped to shoot poppies alongside the road, then looped through Nogales to head north along Interstate 19 – the only road in the whole U.S. that is signed in metric (a reminder of the Carter years…).

I-19 follows the Santa Cruz River, one of the few streams that flows from South to North, starting in Mexico and ending just this side of Phoenix. Towns along the Santa Cruz are layered in history, beginning with native peoples centuries before Columbus blundered into the “new world.” As “New Spain” expanded north, these towns became mission sites. (The sky grew dark, and I was hungry – skipped a visit to the late 1600’s era Tumacacori mission.) These days the towns along the Santa Cruz are primarily tourist towns.

Poppy

Metal Poppy

The walled presidio of Tubac is one of those towns – a historic community turned artists colony.  It started sprinkling, a grand birthday gift.  Sat quietly for a Mexican lunch, roamed around fabulous metal art, and then to the last stop, TJ’s Tortuga Bookstore.  (TJ is “Tubac Jack” – the jackrabbit standing guard outside the store. TJ is the handiwork of the store’s owner, an artist whose sculptures have graced museums and universities across the continent and whose sketches of desert scenes include the mountain lion logo of the Arizona Sonora Desert Museum.)

Tortuga Books

The day ended joyfully as well – little surprises.  Rain, for one – a huge gift here in the desert.  For those of you who don’t live in the desert, rain here is not just rain. It is a sense of being. It is the smell of creosote, coolness in the air, people sitting on porches waving to each other, grinning and quietly watching. It is the inexplicable feeling that everything is just perfect in that moment.  A gift from the gods, birthday or no.

Then a gift I never would have expected. As I went to put away a bottle of wine I had received as a gift, I found an old bottle I’d been saving – a 20 year old port that just about leaped into my hands. And so I spoke with friends and with my daughter, read good wishes on Twitter and Facebook, all while sipping this more-delicious-than-cake gift.

This morning, I got to walk in the mists and the clouds, explore a neighborhood I don’t normally walk, chat with friends. My ex-husband is here right now, repairing the wall where a pipe leaked last week. (Having our relationship be calm after years of turmoil is a gift in and of itself.) Later, I’ll head to the best video store in the whole world (I’m not kidding) to rent a movie, then I’ll pick up Grandma Rose and cook her dinner, to thank her for giving me this amazing life.

My sincerest thanks to all of you, my friends and colleagues around the world, for being part of this amazing journey. May every day of your own life give you reason to celebrate the simple things.

The Hummingbird’s Lesson

Anna's HummingbirdTwo huge Cooper’s Hawks race across the morning sky. In hot pursuit of those birds of prey, darting and buzzing ferociously, relentlessly – is a hummingbird.  Yes, a hummingbird.

The message is clear:  “Get away from my home, my nest, my babies.”

The image stuck with me the whole rest of the morning, and through the rest of the week.  Tiny hummingbird, defying any modicum of reason, chasing after those two hooligans.

Life or death does that to us – pushes common sense out the window, replacing it with 100% full throttle, adrenaline filled “NOT ON MY WATCH!”

Cooper's Hawk

I was reminded of a conversation I have frequently with community leaders, the most recent of which was with a colleague and friend. She had brought us in to talk about governance with an animal welfare coalition.  The group had quickly devolved into ugly arguments over whether or not all their activities should support the No-Kill Movement.

Our colleague took me aside to apologize. I told her, “This level of dispute is not uncommon with animal rights groups.  It’s because the issue is about life and death.”

Consider the issues that have for years moved from civil conversation to screaming argument.  PETA and animal rights. Anti-abortion demonstrators. Human rights activists protesting the torture of prisoners of war or the conditions of slave laborers half a world away.

Each of these cases is a matter of life or death.  But also in each of these cases, the life in question is not the life of the protestor him/herself.  The vehemence that often causes supporters of these issues to act directly counter to the message of compassion they espouse – it is related to an overwhelming need to protect others.

Which brings me back to the fierceness with which Mama Hummingbird chased those two hawks across the sky.  She wasn’t defending herself – on the contrary, she was putting herself directly into harm’s way.  She was defending those about whom she cared passionately. In doing so, she didn’t take even a moment to reflect about whether or not her actions might cause her personal pain (and she certainly didn’t take time to wonder how those actions would make her look on the 6:00 news!).

In the instant of witnessing Mama Hummingbird in action, I came a step closer to compassion to my fellow humans who care so passionately and deeply.

I realized in that moment that their actions come from the honorable instinct to protect others. I don’t have to agree with their positions or condone their approaches to begin to understand the place of pain and passion that leads to those protective actions.

To those who do not share their cause, we see extremism; to those inside that cause, they are feeling the burden of protecting another life.  What we see on the outside is only their behaviors. What they feel on the inside is pure experience of pain and suffering on behalf of others.

Regardless of the issue, before we can find common ground, we must be able to communicate.  Before we can communicate, we must respect the other party.  And before we can respect them, we must understand them.

Last week, a 3″ hummingbird brought me a step closer to that understanding.  For that I am overwhelmingly grateful.

Photo credits per Wikimedia Commons
Hummingbird: Matthew Field
Hawk:  James Marvin Phelps