In Break, I wrote “And for me, it is time for a letting go of some things. A break. “Everything requires everything” is a whisper I keep hearing and it feels like this Fall is the time for the falling away. There is still more to discern but clarity is sharpening it blades. Will it be violent? No. Will it be peaceful? Probably not. Will it be good and right? I have no doubt.”
Sometimes breaking takes time and effort. Sometimes it is overnight. Sometimes it is conscious and intended. Other times, it is forced upon us. This story comes to heart and mind this day.
|There was once a lover who had sighed for long years in separation from his beloved, and wasted in the fire of remoteness. From the rule of love, his heart was empty of patience, and his body weary of his spirit; he reckoned life without her as a mockery, and time consumed him away. How many a day he found no rest in longing for her; how many a night the pain of her kept him from sleep; his body was worn to a sigh, his heart’s wound had turned him to a cry of sorrow. He had given a thousand lives for one taste of the cup of her presence, but it availed him not. The doctors knew no cure for him, and companions avoided his company; yea, physicians have no medicine for one sick of love, unless the favor of the beloved one deliver him.|
|At last, the tree of his longing yielded the fruit of despair, and the fire of his hope fell to ashes. Then one night he could live no more, and he went out of his house and made for the marketplace. On a sudden, a watchman followed 14 after him. He broke into a run, with the watchman following; then other watchmen came together, and barred every passage to the weary one. And the wretched one cried from his heart, and ran here and there, and moaned to himself: “Surely this watchman is Izrá’íl, my angel of death, following so fast upon me; or he is a tyrant of men, seeking to harm me.” His feet carried him on, the one bleeding with the arrow of love, and his heart lamented. Then he came to a garden wall, and with untold pain he scaled it, for it proved very high; and forgetting his life, he threw himself down to the garden.|
|And there he beheld his beloved with a lamp in her hand, searching for a ring she had lost. When the heart-surrendered lover looked on his ravishing love, he drew a great breath and raised up his hands in prayer, crying: “O God! Give Thou glory to the watchman, and riches and long life. For the watchman was Gabriel, guiding this poor one; or he was Isráfíl, bringing life to this wretched one!”|
The watchmen may indeed be moving us. Flexibility is a strength in being moved. I am seeing trials and triumphs alike now, and they both seem to be moving me in a direction… both personally and professionally. I am seeing the Fall as a time of rising. A time to rise up. But, it is indeed a time. This Break is a slower and meandering one with moments of significance. That said, ain’t got no trouble in my life. I got the music in me; and it is ever playing louder.
I liken this time to my post-stroke. I see the world in such a space now. Things are moving us. What is moving you you? What trials and triumphs? Where are they moving you?
Peace, passion and prosperity…
Barry Lewis Green
aka The Unity Guy
Barry Lewis Green moves the needle on character leadership and unity building with joyful ferocity and thoughtful zeal. Barry helps leaders forge strong, united cultures at school, work, business and community. Joe Calloway says, “I had the distinct pleasure of being in an audience in Montreal with Barry Lewis Green on the stage. Quite simply, Barry absolutely captivated us with his talent, his message, and his heart. The feeling of unity that Barry created in the room that day was extraordinary.” With 39 years in education and leadership training and development … and work in the private, public and community sectors across Canada… and as a speaker, educator, master facilitator, coach, writer, singer, dancer, and cartoonist,