“Life games reflect life aims. And the games men choose to play indicate not only their type, but also their level of inner development”
― Robert S. de Ropp, The Master Game: Pathways to Higher Consciousness
Good morning, dear Friends.
Tis dark in Devon but not too cold.
I’m sat here, music playing and with a gorgeous cup of fresh coffee.
The small pleasures, eh!
Actually, in these heady, discombobulating times there’s nothing small about any of it.
To me, it’s all a big deal: I’m here: many are not.
My heart bleeds.
Ah, the Games we play. There are plenty. De Ropp covers them beautifully in his book and I won’t pray in aid the characters but instead invite the question:
what does a better Game look like right now?
And please, not the work one. As I keep saying, work is so very often the thing we least want to do. That’s probably why, at least for now, I’ve done a volte-face my previous inclination to transform the workplace — to make it more human if you wish. Reading David Graeber’s book, Bullshit Jobs and listening to David Harvey’s brilliant series of Anti-Capitalist Chronicles hasn’t helped my mood — that’s for sure. If anything, it’s made me realise the import of some of Marx’s writings, which I first explored as an undergraduate.
But it’s not my place (these days) to tell you what to do, less still exhort a solution.
Nah, I’m the question man. Or better still, as my Twitter bio, says a ‘mischief-maker’.
I know, it sounds so f* pretentious but I now see that all that thrashing whilst debunking some of the myths of professional practice (law) was nothing more than me getting up to no good. I mean, whether it’s legal or any other sector, which Boss, Manager or Leader wants to be told that the system that they’ve invested so much of their effort in maintaining sucks?
How rude! How very, very rude.
There isn’t one, not for now. There’s just work, family time, walking, food and sleep — albeit it’s pretty crap right now. The sleep that is.
But, hey, I’m here, and that’s a blessing.
I know we will weather this CV-19 storm and, in many ways, it doesn’t feel right to complain too much — if at all. I just need to keep doing my thing. Oh, and of course, keep, as best I can, with the creative endeavour.
Until tomorrow then.
Blessings and much love,