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on noticing

We sat on the stone dock in the tiny village on the Croatian island of Smokica this morning, watching the world pass slowly by. The water here is crystal clear, astonishingly so, and after a while we started to notice some of the sealife.

The Adriatic, it turns out, is not quite the same as Australia’s Great Barrier Reef. When you swim or snorkel on the Reef, the waters are teeming with life. At times it feels like you’re swimming in an aquarium, so full is the sea. Colour, and shape, and size is everywhere, literally in your face at times.

Here’s it’s different. At first glance the waters seem empty, the sea devoid of life. Of course that’s not the story – there is life, but you have to watch, waiting patiently for it to reveal itself.

As we sat on the dock this morning, that’s exactly what happened. First the smallest of all, swimming about near the surface, a loosely connected school of tiny fish hunting about for any floating morsels of food. So small as to be barely noticeable, but then once you see them, they’re everywhere.

Then something the size of a finger cruises through, maybe a European Anchovy. And then something larger still, the darkly coloured Black Seabream, sitting slightly deeper. As we sit, more and more and more life reveals itself. The Usata or Saddled Seabream is perhaps most common, a distinctive black band on its tail.

Further out something bigger stirs, unseen by us, but evident as a school of small baitfish suddenly burst from the surface and flee for their lives.

Closer in, what might be a tiny Couch’s Goby darts furtively around the rocks, hiding, exploring, feeding, passing a vibrant purple starfish and a black sea urchin.

And then a beautiful fish, solo, striped with vertical blue bands, moving so slowly and carefully through the rocks on the sea floor, it makes the Goby seem positively adventurous. Its name, to me at least, remains unknown.

The longer we sit, the more we see. The more we look deliberately, the more we notice.

After 20, 30 minutes of sitting, paying attention, noticing, it seems the Adriatic is also full of life, just a little patience and willingness to wait and watch is required. It was all we could do to tear ourselves away from the show.

I’m reminded how true all this might be in other parts of my life too. The more we wait, the more we look, the more we see, the more we notice.

Here’s to noticing.

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the telling of stories

Photo by Antenna on Unsplash

Recently I was in a team building day.  It happens that the (work) team I’m part of has undergone some significant changes recently, so we decided to spend a day together as the ‘new’ team to mark this new beginning.

Part of the day involved the invitation to take 7 minutes to tell a little of our life story in answering the question “how did you get to be here?”.

Even as I write, it sounds like a simple task, that would have been no big deal; just tell the stories and move on to the important parts of they day. Right?

That (of course) isn’t how it worked out. It turns out that the opportunity to listen carefully to a bunch of colleagues tell something of their life story (even if only for 7 minutes each) is a rich and rewarding one, revealing all sorts of connections with one another, finding out what really matters, or why the other is a certain way.  The opportunity to tell your own story too, to an intently listening group is a rare privilege – providing the opportunity to think about the core of who you are, and to organise your thoughts around your own life’s adventures.

We discovered all sorts of things about each other over those 63 minutes (do the maths and you’ll work out how many are in my team).  We laughed so hard the actual laughter was funny in itself. And we were on the very edge of tears at other time as genuinely moving or profound stories were shared. It was, for me, the highlight of our day together.

I walked away so much the richer for the time shared, and so glad for the opportunity to listen, and to speak.

And also a little nonplussed.

Maybe it’s just in my world (genuinely I mean that), but it seems opportunities like this – to listen to another speak of their deep story – are a bit too rare in our modern world. Social media is not the place where deep stories are shared.  Increasingly busy schedules means the time to stop and listen (really listen…when was the last time I did that? you?) seems harder to find. Minds filled with a thousand and one things are less able to slow down, focus, pay attention to the other.

It seems we (by which I mean I) might be missing out on something important here.

Later that week I dropped into the mechanic to pick up my car – usually a 2 minute interaction involving me transferring horrendous sums of money to his account, and a few inane pleasantries.  This day, for reasons I couldn’t articulate at the time, I went a little beyond the usual and asked a couple of more open questions – and we got into quite a valuable conversation.  It only lasted maybe 5 minutes, and for all I know he might have been thinking “c’mon mate, take your car and leave, I have work to do” – but it didn’t seem like that.  He seemed to be enjoying the conversation, and the storytelling as much as I was.  This encounter reminded me that it doesn’t need to be team building meetings, or campfires or counselling sessions where we share our stories…it’s possible even in the moments of our every day…provided we’re willing not to be rushed.

Now it’s quite possible that this is not news to you, and I’m just late to the realisation (or to be charitable, the reminder) about the value of listening to the story of another – but it felt like quite a big couple of moments for me in that week as I encountered the importance of telling and listening to stories from one another’s lives.

Of course we can hear the story of another through their actions too, as the famous quote from Ralph Waldo Emerson reminds us: “Who you are thunders so loudly I can’t hear a single word you say.”  But while that is without question true and valuable, it seems to me there’s also something precious about inviting someone to tell their own story using words – and listening carefully and interestedly (a new word I just invented) while they do so.

It’s a personal challenge for me, a life-long introvert fairly well down one end of the I-E scale of your average Myers-Briggs personality test – but it is a challenge I find myself interested in taking up.

So…hit me up for a chocolate milkshake…I’m ready to listen to your story. 😉