Disclaimer: my spaghetti-brain thoughts will probably work best if you can find a good colander, i.e. “water go, noodle no”)
– -Requoted from my son’s personal collection of HyVee-aisle inqueries
My notes to self to note:
- Don’t judge the Judge.
- If I judge the Judge, the task will take me to task.
- The task of an unfiltered result will most certainly result in an insult.
- Then, the insults might feed the feed.
- Although the Twitter Feed could stand taking a new stand,
- I can’t be sure– but what if the stands of followers record the record?
- Oh, The Record! That change could change everything!
- Umm, on the other hand, such a change might have too much might.
- So, I just might mind having to change my mind.
- Yeah, I’d better not judge the Judge.
On the other hand, I probably owe you an explanation…
I’ve been sidelined trying to get a handle on judgement. Maybe you can help? Promise: all responses welcome–seriously, no judgement here–other than reasonable courtesy, of course. As a blogging newbie, I’m gathering that you will have to take the extra step to to visit my blog to reply–so–my apologies.
Regarding judging, most of my list is absolute nonsense, other than some lame kind of word play. The crazy (okay, okay…insane) part is that it was meaningful to me. I had a burning need to just play around with words. Words, things, events, ideas, all have meaning specific to each of us. Until we get to know a person, the attempts at judging prove worthless. Conversely, trying to meet the person on common ground–asking questions, reading their signals, offering empathy, trying to understand the treasures their words are masking–those seem to be the part of the deal that genuinely count. I probably sound like I’m trying to be an authority. You’re right. But I’m only the authority on me. Maybe that is the magic of poetry: making oneself vulnerable to authentic communication.
For the past few weeks, I have become fully committed to an experiment in no-judgement. The challenge has been the question of where to draw the line. The reality, as I see it, is that there can be no line. This is a fascinating concept–the no blame, no judgement approach. I have realized a few startling discoveries about the mind-switch (reminds me of the book I once read by Chip Heath and Dan Heath) in the way that freedom-from-judgement plays out in day-to-day, minute-to-minute mental processing. I am accumulating my own little list of what it’s like to tumble out on the other side of judgement:
- Clearer conscience
- Clearer thought (fewer variables)
- Mind like water (a phrase borrowed from David Allen’s Getting Things Done)
- Paralysis>dissipation>dissolution of hubris
- A warm-fuzzy paternal sort of Déjà vu and some out-of-nowhere ethereal and recurring images of Thomas Jefferson and John Adams
- Misty thoughts, trying to remember what I’ve heard about Buddhist enlightenment, yoga, meditation, forgiveness
- And on the seventh day: REST.
Whoa! The counter-intuitive thinking here feels like a calming release of my compulsion to overthink and second guess everything–a release of trying to figure out the unthinkable.
Yeah, I think I need to get back to Mind Like Water. I like it there.