i got into an email conversation this morning
with a young man who is the most arrogant person
i know.
i have no patience for arrogance.
luckily i don't run into it very often.
when i do my reaction usually is something
like: yeah, whatever. leave.
and here he was. not only that, he was writing
to tell me WHY he was so arrogant.
okay.
what now, ter?
delete button?
a snippy response?
deal with it later?
nahhh......
i actually care about him.
deep breath, and some effort here.
i was gonna write to him about my hero, stevie
ray vaughn, and how the sheer humbleness of this
man is one of the things i admire the most.
but wait.
just because i admire humbleness, doesn't mean
this guy does.
maybe he admires arrogance.
i have to stop thinking everyone thinks like
me and figure out where we're standing in this
sea of thoughts.
and so i asked him some questions.
didn't put any of my thoughts out. just asked
him questions.
the emails went back and forth a bit.
and then the weirdest thing happened.
he asked ME a question.
a real question. something he'd been wrestling
with.
i answered. apparently i used a word that helped
him and that may be all he needed from me.
he may be done. he may be back. who knows.
but i saw how i had made a space for him to ask.
making a space.
someone recently mentioned to me that i was good
at that. making spaces for people.
i had never thought of it that way before, and i have
been captivated by that idea.
and i think she's right. i can do that.
and i also think that when i don't, i feel it, and
i don't like it.
i think that if i was clear on it, i could have sat down
right away, with the first email and asked myself how
i could make a space here.
he came to me.
he was looking for one.
turns out i did it without trying.
i got lucky this time.
but what if was aware of that all the time?
what if i held that concept in my mind?
and then of course, not just making space for everyone
else....but making space for me.
it's a concept that has captured my curiosity.
i noticed it this morning big time....
and now i want to intentionally play with it all day.
how do we create spaces for others?
and how do we create them for ourselves?
and why the heck does that matter?
1 comment:
every single day...you remind me of things my realcamille has forgotten. thank you for this. i love you more than my boots!
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