I feel my eyes flirt between green and intense blue
confused on softness and the intensity that rushes through me
You are here..
and I awaken..
I am called to something greater even in your silence.
You are not perfect but yet perfect for me..
Your essence meets me on the fields between our scripted castles
Here is our home.. soft without the impenetrable hardness of shells of our past and current dangers
We linger here warm in cozy .vulnerability..
Stronger, safer in this place rather than surrounded by lonely stone.
I love you.. always and infinitely...
Wednesday, June 4, 2014
Saturday, May 3, 2014
shared investment.
Ever have those moments in life that you turn around and go Wow.. against the odds we accomplished this. How did this group come together and gel so well?
My team .A group of misfit Toys are pretty awesome.. This little brain trust of unique individuals.. I have my guy "Whiskey" the Tennessean James Bond. My proper Mississippi Woman .. who loves to remind me that I don't truly make cornbread.. I make cake if sugar graces the top. My La Nina. aka BAMA aka Pitbull, who ability to lead surprises herself sometimes. The Bulldog" who calms my demeanor and uprising with the beginning of "Darling (g is missing) now.. " There were the "boys" .. Mr Romainia and my network goddess.
The souls above were the core.. the essence.. with my Right hand being from BAMA and my left a smooth sip of Whiskey.. I asked.. and they answered.. they answered with diligence and loyalty. They worked with soul and laughter. While our quest was hard and fraught with an uphill race and challenges, they continued to endure, accomplish and give more. I compared it to getting to the Eagles Nest. The team engaged each task and each gain. The friendships came with the work. Teasing and laughter shared joys and stress.
When you put in 5 weeks worth of work in two weeks ..Time / days run into each other.. It becomes about the goals not the hours... . When all you have is each other at night and no energy to give but rely on a shared experience.When People are willing to share a bit of themselves, a bonds form. Smiles stay.. Energy comes from no where except the share investment.
We are all very different, in different places in our lives. We each silently (or not) have our reasons for doing this work. We all chose this work to travel but everything has a cost. Our cost is the following: An Aching pain: It hurts to be away from those we love back home. We share the burden of that guilt and loss. We get each others' moments of homesickness however it maybe expressed. We each feel the pang of guilt that goes with enjoying the moment with each other, verses being on the phone, video chatting with our special someone be it sig other or child back home.. We each understand why often at the end of a 14 hour day its too much. Too much to rehash.. too much to try to explain. Too much to give ourselves a different level and we understand the guilt we feel because we have no more energy to give to those we love at home.
We nod. We say take some time. We cover for each other. My staff have threatened to ship me back to Muncie for a weekend. (I was getting grumpy) BAMA has threatened/ promised to turn me into Harriet for not taking care of myself. I was with this group when Harriet and Ittie were in a wreck while I was on the phone with Ittie. (near miss of head on collision..) They looked at me and said if you need to go home "we got this". It was the perfect answer to a mother/partner who just experience a terrifying event and only wanted to see and feel that both Ittie and Harriet were OK.
This Band of Comrades.. team mates can look at me and say "we have this" and I with every fiber in my being know that they do.. I trust them implicitly with that saying. I have no reason not to.. they have met the mark time and time again.
I didn't expect to walk away from this project missing people. I honestly didn't expect the success that we have had. Don't get me wrong I expected us to get the project done. I knew the road and path would be hard. I knew I had two great people to help make that happen. Even if they didn't know that is what I had in-store for them. I had hoped and strove for a smooth transition, to meet all of our goals. Successful go live with the normal amount of work tickets. But now as finish at the top of the game, we have the standards for our sector with an amazing turn around time on results.
I walk away with friends and amazing team-mates.I want to continue working with this group.. I have a vision of the great things we could accomplish. But often as in life this chapter .. this moment is ending. We are off to other assignments in 5 days. I find my self ecstatic to go home, sad to know that my next encounter won't be with them.
My Comrades have become part of my life tapestry. I will carry them with me.. optimistic that our paths will cross again. I am forever changed.. bettered by the shared investment in time. I hope that I too have had such an impact.. ,
My team .A group of misfit Toys are pretty awesome.. This little brain trust of unique individuals.. I have my guy "Whiskey" the Tennessean James Bond. My proper Mississippi Woman .. who loves to remind me that I don't truly make cornbread.. I make cake if sugar graces the top. My La Nina. aka BAMA aka Pitbull, who ability to lead surprises herself sometimes. The Bulldog" who calms my demeanor and uprising with the beginning of "Darling (g is missing) now.. " There were the "boys" .. Mr Romainia and my network goddess.
The souls above were the core.. the essence.. with my Right hand being from BAMA and my left a smooth sip of Whiskey.. I asked.. and they answered.. they answered with diligence and loyalty. They worked with soul and laughter. While our quest was hard and fraught with an uphill race and challenges, they continued to endure, accomplish and give more. I compared it to getting to the Eagles Nest. The team engaged each task and each gain. The friendships came with the work. Teasing and laughter shared joys and stress.
When you put in 5 weeks worth of work in two weeks ..Time / days run into each other.. It becomes about the goals not the hours... . When all you have is each other at night and no energy to give but rely on a shared experience.When People are willing to share a bit of themselves, a bonds form. Smiles stay.. Energy comes from no where except the share investment.
We are all very different, in different places in our lives. We each silently (or not) have our reasons for doing this work. We all chose this work to travel but everything has a cost. Our cost is the following: An Aching pain: It hurts to be away from those we love back home. We share the burden of that guilt and loss. We get each others' moments of homesickness however it maybe expressed. We each feel the pang of guilt that goes with enjoying the moment with each other, verses being on the phone, video chatting with our special someone be it sig other or child back home.. We each understand why often at the end of a 14 hour day its too much. Too much to rehash.. too much to try to explain. Too much to give ourselves a different level and we understand the guilt we feel because we have no more energy to give to those we love at home.
We nod. We say take some time. We cover for each other. My staff have threatened to ship me back to Muncie for a weekend. (I was getting grumpy) BAMA has threatened/ promised to turn me into Harriet for not taking care of myself. I was with this group when Harriet and Ittie were in a wreck while I was on the phone with Ittie. (near miss of head on collision..) They looked at me and said if you need to go home "we got this". It was the perfect answer to a mother/partner who just experience a terrifying event and only wanted to see and feel that both Ittie and Harriet were OK.
This Band of Comrades.. team mates can look at me and say "we have this" and I with every fiber in my being know that they do.. I trust them implicitly with that saying. I have no reason not to.. they have met the mark time and time again.
I didn't expect to walk away from this project missing people. I honestly didn't expect the success that we have had. Don't get me wrong I expected us to get the project done. I knew the road and path would be hard. I knew I had two great people to help make that happen. Even if they didn't know that is what I had in-store for them. I had hoped and strove for a smooth transition, to meet all of our goals. Successful go live with the normal amount of work tickets. But now as finish at the top of the game, we have the standards for our sector with an amazing turn around time on results.
I walk away with friends and amazing team-mates.I want to continue working with this group.. I have a vision of the great things we could accomplish. But often as in life this chapter .. this moment is ending. We are off to other assignments in 5 days. I find my self ecstatic to go home, sad to know that my next encounter won't be with them.
My Comrades have become part of my life tapestry. I will carry them with me.. optimistic that our paths will cross again. I am forever changed.. bettered by the shared investment in time. I hope that I too have had such an impact.. ,
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)