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December 2009 
what work do you do that doesn't seem like work?
Posted on Apr 28th, 2009
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Siona
Siona
This is in Response to the Questions and Reflections for April 28, 2009:
Writing is work that never feels like work. I should be more specific, though; as it's not just any writing. It's writing that flows from my heart, out through my fingers, the sort of writing that feels somehow beyond me.
Mediation is work that never feels like work. I like stepping armless into the midst of conflict. I like seeing what is perfect and true on both sides, and I like finding the third side that contains, comfortably, both.
Research is work that never feels like work. I like being a hunter-gatherer of the 21st century, hacking through thickets of redundancy and noise to find what is useful and meaningful and key. I like scouring fields of information for the pertinent tidbits, and weaving them into a story of importance.
Listening is work that never feels like work. I love to turn my heart into two giant lobes, open and aching and waiting. I love to be a container for the stories of others to be poured and stirred and leavened into a richness beyond what either of us alone could hope for.
There is more, of course, much more, but this is what comes to mind right now.
Mediation is work that never feels like work. I like stepping armless into the midst of conflict. I like seeing what is perfect and true on both sides, and I like finding the third side that contains, comfortably, both.
Research is work that never feels like work. I like being a hunter-gatherer of the 21st century, hacking through thickets of redundancy and noise to find what is useful and meaningful and key. I like scouring fields of information for the pertinent tidbits, and weaving them into a story of importance.
Listening is work that never feels like work. I love to turn my heart into two giant lobes, open and aching and waiting. I love to be a container for the stories of others to be poured and stirred and leavened into a richness beyond what either of us alone could hope for.
There is more, of course, much more, but this is what comes to mind right now.
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Siona I resonate with what you have written here, your writing does flow from your heart and is very skilled, like you I value research, tried very hard to get into nursing research as I had lots of ideas to save resources and help patients but the health authority would not release me for day release even though I found a place on a free course. They used me for a
quality and audit secondment in which I did some research self taught, and some of my ideas are still in use, also were copied by ancillary services like the ambulance, I noticed when mum was taken to hospital by ambulance recently, bu the health authority were too short sighted to follow it through. In a future reincarnation I will go for a research qualification then become a nurse, grins.
May I borrow I love to be a container for the stories of others to be poured and
stirred and leavened into a richness beyond what either of us alone
could hope for. I so agree, together we can achieve so much, when we are prepared to kick ego into touch.
Borrow? Of course you may! What so funny is that I didn't even recognize those words as mine; when I write I don't consciously think about the way I language things, and it's sometimes surprising to see them read back. So yes, of course.
I think you're already a nurse of sorts. Not ever nurse has a degree by his or her name. :)
Reading this reminds me of the tribal thoughts that every thing we do is medicine, to feed us and heal us and lift us up. Not work …
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Theresa: Yes! That's exactly it. I never understood how, in classical economics, labor was seen as a cost. Wouldn't it be so much worse never to be allowed to work, or contribute to the world? I think people have an inherent desire to give, and to participate in something creative. I'd never heard about the notion of that which we do being medicine, though. Thank you. :)