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  • Firing My Brain, Redux

    October 19, 2007

    I’ve significantly revised yesterday’s post Getting Focused 04: Firing my Brain. I’d written it in a sleepy have, and there were significant structural and grammatical issues. Being clearer-headed today, I’ve made a second pass at the article and it’s much more focused.

    Yes, I get the irony :-)

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  • Getting Focused 04: Firing My Brain

    October 17, 2007

    UPDATE 10-19-2007: I originally wrote this in bed as I was winding down to sleep, and I didn’t proof read it. I’ve gone back and made edits to make it a little clearer and to fix typos. I’d fix the grammar too if I knew how.

    When you’re part of a great team, there’s a lot of wonderful things that help you work better with your teammates. For one, you all already know what you’re supposed to be doing, because everyone has agreed on what that is. That’s because the need to get “on the same page” has long since past, because you’ve written the book together. Additionally, you know the strengths and capabilities of the other team members, and they know yours. Everyone knows that they can count on each other because experience has shown that reliability is the norm. It’s just awesome.

    Most of us, I would guess, are not part of such a team, though we have a certain vision of what it it’s like buried in our subconscious. I got my vision from Tommy Lee Jone’s team in The Fugitive. In the my fantasy, the ideal team is just naturally productive. In such a team, people would say what they mean, and people would actually listen and retain what was said. Everything written in email would be remembered, after just one reading, because there’s not a LOT of email so every message is meaningful. Goals would be clearly stated and blueprinted well in advance of action, and no one would have to stay past 400PM so we could beat the rush hour traffic.

    In reality, communication is rather imperfect. The attempt to act is hamstrung by confusion sowed by unstated assumptions and wildly-divergent interpretations of the stated intention. This is often due to the leadership’s ambiguous action statements which are more wishes masquerading as goals than meaningful direction. In such situations, at least things are moving and that makes us all look busy and productive. Though this sounds unproductive, chances are that we’ll pull it off, somehow; there is much to be said about adaptability in even a dysfunctional team if the dedication is there in key players.

    ASSUMING THE BEST

    When it comes to communication with our peers, we make an assumption that the veterans on our team know what we’re talking about. This is a pretty reliable indicator, as shared experience goes a long way toward creating a common set of expectations. However, with any assumption comes the possibility of misunderstanding; we’re never really sure if the same understanding is shared by everyone on the team. This is particularly the case with broad terms like productivity, effective, creative, and excellence. There is so much wiggle room room for interpretation here that mere verbal agreement is unlikely to mean anything when it comes to actually defining a course of action that everyone understands.

    When we’re working with people we generally have learned to trust, we give them the benefit of the doubt. We also assume (there’s that danger) that they have the same understanding of the issues and that they are competent in what they say they can do. There is often supporting evidence: they’ve gotten their work done before, they presumably have been hired because they ahve the skills, etc. So we drop our guard, and we assume that the best is achievable. That is, until we are proven wrong. I am sure everyone out there can think of team situations that have gone horribly awry, after the best of intentions had been established and even nurtured for weeks and weeks.

    What does all of this have to do with focus? Well, the same assumptions apply to me as an individual. I harbor a multitude of competing needs, dreams, desires, urges, and beliefs. By analogy, they are like different people working in my office. And since I’ve worked with these “people” for a loooong time, I’ve become used to their habits and foibles. I also assume that we’re all working toward the same interest: me. And you know what? That’s an assumption that might actually be flawed. Sure, we’re all on the same team, and we all want personal happiness and fulfillment…right?

    Well, maybe not. There are some hidden agendas and assumptions rolling around in my head that need ferreting out.

    MY KIND OF CRAZY

    I was lying in bed a few days ago, about to begin my daily ritual of heading to the coffee shop and gym before starting the day’s work. I had not gotten quite as much sleep as I would have liked, so my brain started to negotiate with my body to get up, though it was itself rather split on the issue:

    Brain: “Get up! Let’s go! We’re in charge! We want to get up! That energy would be there if you just moved!” Body: Zzzz. Brain: “I see your point. It WOULD be nice to snooze a bit. What’s one day at the gym missed? It’s too cold outside, and it’s very warm inside.” Body: Zzzz. Brain: “Right. But we SHOULD get up. Let’s go!”

    My internal monologue continued in this vein for several long irritating minutes. True, I was feeling very tired, but I knew that I could just get up if I really wanted to. I thought I wanted to, so I was wondering what the hell was wrong. This happens to me fairly often, when I’m faced with some “good” task that just doesn’t seem enticing enough to warrant immediate action.

    So I closed my eyes in exasperation, staring at the darkness behind my eyelids and not negotiating at all with my body to get its lazy ass out of bed.

    The next thing I knew, my right arm had moved to lift up the blanket, and there I was standing up. Bizarre. I hadn’t even thought of getting up; the body just took over from the mind and did what it wanted. I guess it was bored of just being still, or was waiting for the brain to make up its darn mind or shut up. It was the strangest thing.

    This reminded me of my recent experience building up my gym habit. I’m about halfway through my 4th month of going to the gym 5-6 times a week now, and one of the things I’ve learned is how to have a conversation with my body. Before I started going to the gym, I didn’t even know it had anything to say. As I mention in part 4 of my gym experience posts, it’s my mind was what was telling me that I was bored, tired, or should stop. The body, however, is perfectly content to keep going if you maintain a sustainable pace; if nothing is hurting and your heart is up to it, your muscles can go for a lot longer than you might otherwise think. At the gym, I’ve learned to let the body set the pacing, not the mind. The mind wants to go home and surf the Internet. The body just wants to sweat and be doing something with all that pent-up energy. When I find my mind or interest wavering at the gym, I know now to quiet my mind and just put my attention on what each individual muscle is doing: How ya doing? Faster or slower? Ok, let’s up the resistance level.

    DEMOTING MY BRAIN

    In the previous parts of this exploratory article series on focus, I’ve postulated the following truths about myself:

    • I am easily bored
    • I have a high “activation energy threshold”
    • I don’t really know what being “focused” is actually like. I need a role model.

    These are all mental challenges. My “team of myself”, which I’ve thought of primarily as my brain and my sense of self, have been together for a long time. I’ve used my brain to get me through a lot of rough spots, both intellectually and emotionally. And with the success of this long-standing partnership, I’ve learned to trust my own judgment. Me and my brain are good pals, and we’re on the same side, and therefore the trust is implicit.

    Because I put such great emphasis on mental ability, my natural inclination has been to assume that my brain is in charge. It serves both as the strategic general and the tactical squad leader, handling both planning and execution phases of my daily activities. The brain also fulfills the analyst function, providing a steady stream of processed observations to the General and Squad Leader; the quality of the analysis and situational assessment helps determines the success of my overall life mission.

    But what of the body? I’ve only recently come to recognize that it does more than carry the brain around in less-than-grand style. Now that I’m going to the gym to improve the physical aspects of my life, the Body has shown that it’s capable of doing more than I originally thought. It’s a different kind of awareness. From that recent episode of trying to get out of bed, I’ve had the following thought: maybe my brain shouldn’t be in charge after all.

    Let’s do a quick performance review of the Brain, acting in both the strategic and tactical roles. On October 15th, the Brain had clearly failed to get the team (aka: me) out of bed, despite lots and lots of wheedling and ineffective negotiating. And if I look at the performance of my Brain during the gotta get focused campaign—a personal war waged over serveral years—I would have to say that it HAS NOT been a resounding success. While I’ve accomplished quite a bit more than I have in years past, I also know I’ve wasted a lot of time that could otherwise have been spent doing things. I have spent a lot of time being distracted, unmotivated, and unwise in the use of my time. And that’s all occurred on the Brain’s watch.

    In any company or military command, such lackluster performance would get the leader fired. And so it is with my brain. I’m putting the body in charge of getting things done.

    BODY LEADERSHIP

    Practically speaking, the Brain can’t be kicked out of the organization without a literal lobotomy, but I can demote it to a supporting role. I’m not in the mood to put up with the Brain whining and complaining. You wouldn’t want a whiny crybaby on your team, would you? When the Brain is providing legitimately-useful commentary, that’s when it’s working at its best as far as I’m concerned. When the Brain is solving problems, that’s action I can use.

    How about the Brain’s leadership qualities? That’s another mixed bag. There have been moments of glory, but overall the Brain’s track record calls to mind WWII movies that have clueless officers getting their men killed until some sergeant fixes the situation. The clueless officers trust theory over the immediate reality, or dither over the “right” course of action while the enemy is out-flanking their position. The Brain genuinely means well, of course; there is no hidden agenda of self-interest at the expense of the rest of the team. However, the Brain’s constant preoccupation with things that don’t really matter RIGHT NOW is causing the team to lose initiative. On top of that, the Brain is kind of flighty; it doesn’t want to be bored, and is constantly looking for meaning and things that “feel right”. In the face of this, the mission is quickly forgotten.

    Up to now, I assumed that my Brain knew what it was doing. After all, the Brain and I have been in this “company of one” for almost 40 years, but I’m thinking now that it’s time for new leadership. That’s why I’m promoting the Foot and the Hand. The Brain will retain its Senior Analyst role, which it excels at, but any authority that it had regarding direction and decision making has been revoked; such measures will now be resolved by the new leadership triumvirate. The Board has spoken, and here’s the new directive:

    • The Foot (responsible for transport) and the Hand (responsible for action) have one shared goal: to make things happen in the world through direct physical manipulation. That is all that needs to happen.
    • The Brain’s worrying and whining, in the new organization, is no longer considered as an input requiring immediate response.

    • The Analyst side of the Brain will, however, continue to provide (1) long term strategy, (2) expertise, (3) tactical observation and suggestions for immediate action and most importantly (4) acknowledging and understanding the needs of the team. The latter function is an important Human Resources role. While I’m not letting my Brain worry-wart its way into the chain of command, I still do need to address its desires to make sure everyone on Team Me is mostly happy.

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    p>I think it will just comes to moving the body so it is grabbing that mouse, opening that file folder, and dialing those phone numbers. The Analyst will automatically step in, as it has for years, and take care of business.

    OTHER SILLY TRICKS

    Admittedly, “firing my brain” is just a dramatic device to make a point to myself: there are aspects of my mind that are not productive. The role model I am adopting for myself is, now, that of the ideal team. I know how that team functions, and I can assess my internal functions in much the same way.

    Another way of thinking of this move is that it’s a deconstruction of Just do it. If you have an overactive brain like me, such advice probably has never worked on you, especially when conveyed by the Just Do It crowd. They don’t have these activation problems at all, so they don’t understand our pain. Not thinking so much is impossible for me, so instead of fighting it, why not use its strength against itself judo-style? Firing my brain is what puts me in the right mental framework to understand just how I need to shape up.

    The short version is this: demote those parts that just make you worry (remember, there aren’t many things that will really kill you) or complain about what will be hard or boring. If you were hanging out with a bunch of teammates at work, you wouldn’t put up with that kind of crap, would you? If you want to set an example for yourself and your team, you would roll up your sleeves and start getting your hands dirty. That’s my action philosophy, anyway, when contributing to any metaphorical barn-raising.

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  • Outsource Your Laziness!

    October 16, 2007

    I was browsing Marina Martin’s blog Sufficient Thrust, which I find consistently fascinating because she has, like, a ZILLION suggestions on how to hack life to fit one’s own peculiar needs, and the sense of energy is awesome! This recent post in particular caught my eye: How to Make Money by Outsourcing your Procrastination. I’d recently tried this myself, inspired by Tim Ferriss’ description of outsourcing in his Four Hour Work Week book, and felt rather good about it. I was also quite moved by How a Stray Pizza Hut Flyer Saved My Life, in which Marina describes how an almost random decision to deliver some misplaced mail to its rightful destination lead through a chain of events that literally changed her life over the next several years. So cool.

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  • Getting Focused 03: Certainty and Survival

    October 15, 2007

    If you’ve been following along with part 1 and part 2, you’ll know that I’ve been frustrated with my lackadaisical progress on various personal projects. It’s ironic since I have all these productivity forms that are supposed to help. Even more ironic, over the past year I’ve really learned the value of an hour, which makes me even more sensitive about the time I fritter away sitting on the couch, immobile and uninspired. If only I was more focused, I find muttering, like, uh, Jesus, John Wayne, or Oprah…then maybe I’d be further along in my plans.

    As I am a world class navel gazer, I attempted to figure out what the heck was wrong with me in my first post. Essentially, I had to face up to two humbling character traits: I’m easily bored and I have a high activation energy threshold, which means that I respond best to very interactive and dynamic problem-solving situations, otherwise I need a lot of convincing that I will receive a huge return on my time investment. Otherwise, my butt stays firmly in “Park”. In the second post, I realized that there was an additional issue: I have no idea what being “focused” actually felt like, or even how to do it. Sure, I could scrunch up my face like Hiro Nakamura and act like I was focused, but internally I didn’t have a clue what that really meant. I lacked a methodology.

    MEDITATING MY WAY TO MY DEMONS

    OK, I have accepted that I’m an easily-distracted, lazy, and scatter-brained person by nature, so I can breathe easy and start rebuilding my focusing mechanism from scratch with these constraints in mind. My notion of focus is primarily based on observation: people who are focused seem to be drawn into their activity 100%, every quanta of energy and vector of motion channeled toward producing a purposeful result. The logical conclusion, taking my character traits into account, is this:

    By eliminating unnecessary thoughts and external distractions, one’s ability to focus should be enhanced.

    There are two ways to approach this:

    • One can remove those distractions from the environment, sure…
    • But the ideal way is to learn how to ignore the environment and act only on those tasks that need doing.

    A lot of the tools I’ve designed to date have been based on removing distractions by focusing the attention on activity-anchoring pieces of paper. Learning to ignore distractions is an entirely new trick. This suggests a mental approach, perhaps something like meditation.

    The only time I’ve tried meditating was in high school, when I was taking “Theory of Knowledge” from our genial-yet-mysterious professor Dr. Livingston Merchant. On his direction, the class settled down as each of us tried a meditation technique to quiet our minds. I became aware of the background sounds of the classroom, like the squeaks of chairs as people shifted their weight from buttock to buttock and the sound of the 20 year-old air conditioners straining in the subtropical heat. I became cognizant of the whirring pulse of the blood vessels in my ear, thumping out the long minutes of our session. Then someone (and it is possible that it was me) made some kind of whuffling sound with their nose and I just busted out laughing loud and uncontrollably. I fled the room, choking and gasping, followed closely by two or three other students who had also exploded with mirth, and we stood in the stairwell laughing uncontrollably for what must have been 10 minutes, gasping for air, not able to talk, just LAUGHING until we thought we would die from it. Then we went back into the room, sheepishly, and miraculously did not get in any kind of trouble. I have not attempted to meditate since that incident…until a few days ago.

    I decided to “wing it”, and sat in the carpeted stairwell of my downstairs home office. I cleared my head any immediate deadlines and expectations, giving myself permission to just sit alone with my thoughts. They entered my head like a swarm of mellow bees, buzzing and swirling around in my head, and my mind touching lightly on each one for the briefest of moments. I thought about all the things I needed to do for the pre-printed Emergent Task Planner forms, which were awaiting my writeup of how they work and a mail-merge operation to inform everyone how much they cost and how to pay for them (we’re so close…I’m the bottleneck right now). I thought about the giant conversion process I needed to make for my blog, converting from WordPress to Expression Engine so I could do a lot more interesting things with my content (and what a pain in the butt that is going to be). I thought of the dozens of interesting people I had made contact with recently, and needed to contact again (I am feeling very behind and disorganized in maintaining these dozens of new relations). I thought of the big projects that were coming, of software I wanted to develop, and of new opportunities that are just within my grasp if I just took the time to write a series of articles or pull a book together. My mind held each thought warmly, and after a few minutes of this I felt I had reached a kind of peaceful mental equilibrium. So I asked myself a question, quietly:

    what is the pattern I’m seeing?

    To my great surprise, an answer came back immediately:

    YOU ARE NOT CERTAIN ABOUT ANY OF THESE THINGS. THEY MEAN NOTHING TO YOU, AND WORTHLESS.

    I was shocked. I examined all the thoughts again, holding each one against the “certainty” metric. I discovered that though each and every one of those great thoughts were valuable and full of potential, but the only thing I knew for sure what that they would not make me happy implicitly. And therefore, none of them seemed particularly worth doing; my “high activation energy threshold” problem was expressing itself yet again. And even worse: I had bummed myself out.

    It’s important to make a distinction here: I am using “certainty” here in the emotional, not rational sense. I am fully aware that by following through on all these ideas I have will lead to greater opportunity and achievement. That’s very rational. However, I am not certain that these things will make me happy. I think they might, but having been in this position many times before (“if only I had a…”) I also know that this outcome is about as certain as betting on the weather.

    CLARITY AND CERTAINTY

    The kind of certainty I’m talking about is the kind that anchors us individually, the kind that takes worries away from us. I also suspect that certainty plays a big role in the kind of focus I’m craving. There are two kinds of focus that come to mind:

    • Focus that Comes from Certainty — When you are certain that something is worthwhile, it’s a lot easier to do. Following through with that certainty is all that you need to focus; if you have any doubt at all, or lack faith, then your focus is doomed to waver and be tested. It occurs to me that this kind of certainty is a necessary component for following your bliss; in more mainstream terms, it’s that one thing that puts everything into perspective; everything falls into place after that. I think this is a kind of focus that comes from within.
    • Focus that Comes from Danger — The other kind of focus arises when your survival is at stake. It’s the boss breathing down your neck, or that big deadline, or the competitive thrill of crushing your opponents. It’s feeling that you’ve got skin in the game, that the lives of others are in your hands, or that you don’t want to let someone down. This is an entirely different mechanism, I think, from that which drives “focus from within”. What we’ve got here is something that’s fueled by adrenaline and competition.

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    p>If we were to take an inventory of other primal emotions, we could probably come up with a few more kinds of focus. The one that I am really craving, however, is certainty: a form of acceptance, and perhaps really a declaration of faith. The feeling of certainty underlies our feeling of home, security, love, commitment, and calling. This is the kind of certainty I’m looking for.

    MAKING THE CHOICE

    From the above, I am theorizing that my focus should come from certainty: if I can be certain about anything and really believe it, then focus should come a bit more naturally. There are many ways to game the system to extract “good reasons” for doing something (though I don’t find very motivating by themselves):

    • I can be certain about doing work because I know it is the right thing to do.
    • I can be certain that I want to do good work for someone, because this is one of my principles.
    • I can be certain that while I don’t know everything, I know that I can find my way through.
    • I can be certain that doing anything at all is worthwhile.

    More powerful is making the commitment to myself, so that I am acting on my own behalf to become the kind of person I can believe in:

    • I am certain that creating anything at all makes the world a better place.
    • I am certain that putting myself as much as I can into the work I do helps the world connect with me.
    • I am certain that by continuing to push myself to improve, I am putting myself in the position of making the world a better place for the people who are important to me.
    • I am certain that I am the sum of my positive influences, not the sum of my failures
    • I am certain that I am my own metric for what works for me.
    • I am certain that I just have to pitch in where I can, and keep moving as I must.

    I AM certain that these statements reflect what is important to me as a person and as a friend, and when I cast all my prior thoughts and activities in this context, By following through on these statements, I build the foundation of my own certainty. I think this is one of the missing connections I was looking for.

    Generalizing the process, by itemizing what you are certain about is useful—presuming you can make that list in the first place—for establishing your own set of “is it worthwhile” criteria. In other words, if you are in that place where you’re not certain about any of your goals, connecting them to something you believe in can help forge that sense of purpose. You are then playing a role in fulfilling something greater than your To Do list. If you can’t do that, you probably just aren’t “that into it” in the first place. Mind you that I am talking about Focus that arises from Certainty, not from Survival.

    WHAT ABOUT EXECUTION?

    Being certain about something doesn’t guarantee that you’ll get off your ass; I think it’s just the compass by which one can align the subconscious mind with conscious intention. Getting the ball rolling, as I discovered today, may require more extreme measures. Sometimes the brain isn’t all it’s cracked up to be, you know…but that’s a story for tomorrow.

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  • Getting to Know My Environment

    October 14, 2007

    October 15th is Blog Action Day, and the topic is The Environment. Now, I like a nice tree as much as the next fella, maybe even more. I once lived for 10 months in central Florida and what got to me wasn’t the incessantly warm weather or lack of decent Chinese food within 100 miles of me. To my surprise, what I missed the most were the trees I used to see in New England. I remember the first time I saw a tree when I was 32 years old. Sure, I’d seen trees before, but I’d never really looked at what they were. I had been spending way too much time in front of the computer bringing my creative skills back up to par after a disheartening experience of being a manager. My friend Alen took me to the Winchester Reservoir, perhaps the first time I ever voluntarily went into the outdoors. I remember walking among tall pine trees on a fragrant (and i don’t mean in a good way) bed of needles and moss, wondering what I had gotten myself into and hoping I didn’t step in anything. Then we came into a small clearing and could see the lake for the first time. The sun was shining brightly, streamers of light slicing through the trees and scattering upon the shimmering surface of the water, deeply reflecting the blue of the sky and mirroring the puffy clouds floating lazily above it all. I was transfixed, and the first thought that burst upon my conscious was I need to buy a much bigger and brighter computer monitor. My second thought followed logically: There is no way that any computer in the world could match this. I have been wasting my time.

    Since that day, I’ve decided that trees are really important to me, though I actually don’t go out of my way to do anything about this. I just like to have them around me. I guess this is similar to people who prefer living in the city for the “people energy” that charges them. This doesn’t necessarily mean they like to socialize with those people; it’s just that the energy feels good to them, and motivates them on some primal subconscious level. And so it is with me and trees.

    The rest of the time, I don’t even think about them. I take those lovely trees for granted, probably because I spend most of my time living in my head and looking at people. I’m not a naturally outdoorsy person, so the environment isn’t something that I think of as a destination or activity in itself; it’s just the backdrop against which all the other interesting things happen. And there are so many interesting things (social and otherwise) going on that I forget about the trees, the wind, and stars, and the water. It is only the sun that I have a daily relationship with, because I like sitting outside Starbucks in the morning, catching whatever feeble rays manage to hustle their way into the New England sky, before we get our 5 month quota of snow, mud, and slush.

    So the question is: should I care?

    WHY CARE

    The responsible person, conditioned by years of primary and secondary school education, of course cares about the environment. We’re supposed to. We’ve heard a lot of reports about how nature is going to hell in a hand-basket due to our shortsighted abuse of resources, our wastefulness, and our callous disregard for ecological balance. I also am skeptical of activist-sourced claims because they are sometimes dramatically—how do I put this delicately—trumped up based on the artful manipulation of statistics and made to evoke a knee-jerk reaction in people. However, even in the case of tainted data analysis, it comes down to this: the environment is pretty darn cool, and we actually do have to live in it. More importantly with regards to me, I need to live in it. Even more specifically, I need to be aware of it. From a purely selfish reason, there may be secrets in the Environment that will help me in much the same way that hike through Winchester opened my eyes to just how much more glorious Nature could be, and how I could be bound with it.

    LEARNING TO LISTEN

    I recently started a daily gym habit, which I’ve adhered too for the past 3 and a half months. One of the things that I learned about the gym was that when you start, your mind and body lie to you. I would hop on a Stairmaster, and about a minute in my muscles start going, “hey, HEY. What are you doing? You should know that I am officially complaining about this additional work we were not planning on doing.” My mind reacts, “Oh yeah, we should stop. Besides, you WANT to.” If my trainer had not told me that I had to do a minimum of 30 minutes a day for the exercise to mean anything at all, I probably would have stopped. But I didn’t, and I didn’t die, and at the 2.5 minute mark my muscles are going, “Ok, ok. We get it, so I’m going along with the program. However, you should know that I’m officially burning and am going to make you feel it. Just so you know.” and my mind again goes, “Hey, wow. The body is making noise, and we probably should stop.” And again we go through that whole “at least 30 minutes” thing, and I push through to the 5- and 10-minute marks. I eventually figured out that by really listening to my body, I could have an actual conversation with it. At first, I didn’t know how to interpret the sensations coming from my muscles as pain or discomfort. I also didn’t know that my mind and body could be so easily convinced to keep going; the body is designed for this, and exercising that conversation between my mind, my body, and my will has become something I look forward to every morning.

    It occurs to me that I could apply the same lesson to the environment, but what do I listen for?

    I once worked on a couple of interactive kiosks for the Boston Museum of Science about “bird language” and walking through the woods. As a regular person walks through the woods, birds keeping watch are constantly sounding alarms and other THERE’S AN ENEMY HERE. The space immediately around the person, however, is silent; this is the so-called CONE OF SILENCE. An expert nature walker, however, knows how to move through the woods in a way that doesn’t set off the birds. They meander. They move without rhythm. They can more truly experience the life of the forest, because they have learned how to become part of it.

    I am unlikely to become part of the environment in this way, but perhaps there are small ways that I could learn to engage with it. How do I make nature relevant to myself in a daily manner?

    • I could start by just looking at the trees a little more closely, and trying to understand why I like them so much. Thus, by forming a bond with the trees, I might be more inclined to be good to them.
    • I could learn to feel a sense of ownership by thinking of the Environment as my neighborhood. This would be a stretch for me, I think.

    • I could just start finding parts of the Environment that I really like. There are a few places that speak to me: kayaking on the reservoirs with ducks, seeing the sky open up wide as you drive into New Hampshire, and watching the trees change their colors over the seasons.

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    p>The above reasons feel a little weak to me, but it’s what I can come up with right now. First, I need to just pay attention and maybe introduce myself. Hi, I’m Dave! I live a few doors down from you, have seen you every day when I go out for work, and have thought that you were really interesting and that I’d like to spend some more time getting to know you.

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