I am just back from a 5-day seminar in Germany and before that an 8-day sail from Falmouth in England to Gibraltar, the gateway to the Mediterranean Sea. Both were fantastic experiences and combined the two most significant activities of my life outside of family and marriage.
People often ask me which country or city I like the best and usually the best answer I come up with is the city or country I am in at the present. Maybe a bit cheesy but true.
The workshop in Munich finished with a great insight for me. The issue we began with was the fear of change which lies underneath our rebellion, bad attitude and our obduracy.
I had been in touch with my obduracy the week before. You know how, when someone suggests, tells or motivates you to do something, something you have already agreed to do, or at least stated that you wanted to do yet when they remind you, you hit that place inside which heaves with indignation and total refusal.
Anyway the process in the Munich seminar began by talking of this refusal to change then the fear of change. You have read so many books, and done so many workshops, but yet there are still these behaviours and habits which never seem to change.
However something did change and it became apparent that under the fear of change is actually the fear of love. While we live our lives in a multitude of contradictions this seems to be the biggest contradiction of them all: we long for love and yet when it comes towards us we refuse.
It seems we are all called to find the will to really allow ourselves to be loved and then to love. We need something that big to dig us out of the hole we seem to have got ourselves into.
I know love is a big idea but the ways it shows up can be so small; a smile, an unexpected touch, ending an old fight, putting the top on the toothpaste for a change . . . today would be a good day to start something significant!