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Broken-HeartSometimes we become involved in other people’s problems, whether we want to be, or not. At times like this, Wisdom, Courage and Compassion are needed, but in a slightly different way than when we have problems of our own. I have needed to have the Wisdom to step back from the problem, and look at it in a dispassionate way.

The Courage to determine my feelings, from that detached viewpoint and the Compassion to offer help if required, knowing that your offer may well be rejected. Just be there, with an open heart and a calm mind. Too often,  people on the periphery feel the need to state their opinions, whether that helps the problem or not. These opinions may well be founded on sound principles and deeply held beliefs, but they are not help, they are just opinions.

If you find yourself in such a situation, you must be prepared to wait to be asked for your help. Staying detached, objective and silent, may be all the help you can offer at that time. Time is a great healer, often the only healing medium we have, so be prepared to extend your Wisdom, Courage and Compassion over the long term.

Just Another Day In Paradise

BirthdaysBirthdays are funny things aren’t they? When you are little, they are the best thing next to Christmas, you count down the days and they take ages to arrive.

Then you become a teenager and your life changes almost overnight. Shortly after, one day you are a child, the next you are an adult, and so it goes on.

Certain birthdays are real milestones in life. 18, 21, 30, 40, 50, 65, the list goes on. However, 57 isn’t on any list that I know of, so today was really just another day, albeit a very nice restful one. The last twelve months have been life changing for me, cementing my faith in Nichiren Buddhism being the most important aspect of that.

But now it’s nearly over, and tomorrow will literally be just another day. So it is only left for me to thank all my family and friends for the presents, the cards and the nice greetings on Facebook and the like. I suppose I should also be grateful that I have chalked up another year. When you see the news, every day there are many, many people who don’t. So I should really be most thankful for my good fortune, life should never be taken for granted.

Illusion

IllusionIllusion about the true nature of existence is literally illusion about the nature of one’s own life. This is the fundamental source of all illusions.

If we are ignorant about the nature of our own existence, then we will be ignorant about the nature of other people’s lives too.

On the other hand, when our lives are free from illusion, we can perceive the treasure that shines resplendent in all people. in all beings.

Sad Day, Happy Reason

Congratulations !!!My colleague Michael retired today, after 47 years service to the company. 47 years !!! It is amazing to think that his first day was way back in the 60’s, when I was nearly 10, short trousers and all. He assures me that he never actually met Mr Edward Stanley Gibbons, who started the company in 1856. But in my opinion, it’s a remarkable achievement and is something that will become even rarer as the years go by.

Of course, for Michael is a bit of a double edged sword. He’s retiring, no doubt with a handsome pension and all the free time in the world. On the other hand, his wife also works here, and although they don’t sit side by side, they are only feet apart in the same office, so that will be a big change for both of them.

He will have a lot more time to pursue his own interests, though being a philatelist, he’s really been paid to do that for nearly five decades, but he won’t have the company of all his colleagues, and we would like to think, friends. I have a strange feeling that we will miss his expertise and vast knowledge far more than he will miss our bad jokes and puerile (to him)questions about stamps.

So whilst it is a sad day for us and the company, it is a happy day for Michael, and one to which he has been looking forward for some time. I really hope he enjoys his retirement, stays healthy and manages to keep himself out of trouble. He has promised to pop back to see us from time to time, and I know he has a place booked for the Christmas dinner, so we will be able to keep an eye on him.

Have a brilliant retirement Michael, heaven knows that you have earned it, don’t be a stranger and please excuse us if we need to pick your invaluable brains from time to time.

Minding The Baby

Minding The BabySo we removed the new software and the site stabilised somewhat, although it did still go down several times again today. As our support agreement with the developers doesn’t cover us 24-7 the team are taking turns to check the site throughout the night and do the necessary if it falters again.

This is a poor state of affairs in a world where 100% up-time is necessary for online commerce to survive, so it’s a necessary evil. It’s at a time like this, where everyone is under pressure to go that extra mile, that wisdom, courage and compassion are so vital. Whilst we are all miffed that we have to get up and check the site, we are all prepared to make the sacrifice in order to oil the wheels of industry.

End Of Days

Own GoalThis is really going to be short. The new software launch, the software we so carefully tested, preened, polished and cossetted, died a spectacular and explosive death today, taking the main site with it as it sank below the waves.

The problem was, and often is, that software that works perfectly when 1, 2, 5, even 10 people are using it, falls on it’s backside when Joe Public gets his hands on it. So here I am, with all my colleagues, battling against the odds to get the site back on its feet.

Challenges, poison into medicine and all that, sorry it’s a quick one, but time is pressing.

Expect The Unexpected

Expect The UnexpectedYou know the feeling, you’ve had a great weekend, you’re rested, fresh and ready to face the new week, then wham, it all turns into an episode from Tales of the Unexpected. So it was today, the usual mountain of weekend orders to process, the usual banal questions from people who should know better, but we’re on top of it all, plain sailing and not a cloud in sight.

We have a new software release going in tomorrow. Today was going to be a day to confirm that everything was ship shape and Bristol fashion, then the power went down. I am old enough to remember the Three Day Week, from the last really serious economic crisis. People went without power for hours on end, just to save money and coal, and the Government was even less popular than it is today. The difference was, back then, your whole life didn’t depend on electricity.

So Ok, it was a nasty little blip, but it was back almost before we noticed it had gone. The lights dipped and everything in the office, that was plugged into the mains, went beep, all at once, in a terrifying harmony. Now PCs are pretty resilient these days. Time was that youmight even lose the contents of your hard drive, but not now. Servers on the other hand, even though they are backed up and connected to a UPS are just a little more fussy.

Even the IP phone system rebooted. But when it came back, it appeared that everyone and their uncle was testing it by ringing us. Of course the London office had no inkling that we had suffered the outage, so they just saw their email and back office systems fall on their face. Understandably they wanted to know why. But when you are at 100%, trying to get everything back up and running, the last thing you really need is Nanny McP calling to ask why her printer wasn’t working.

Anyway, it took about 30 minutes for the ripples to smooth and for the serenely calm atmosphere to permeate the office once more. Everyone was back online, the printers and back office systems were talking to each other again and all was again right with the world. But we know, we just know, that it will happen again. No matter what steps we take to ensure that everything survives, there will always be the chance that the unexpected is going to happen. So expect the unexpected, plan for it, bank on it happening. It’s life. Whether it’s a blip on the mains, or a blip in your dearest relationship, it will happen. So stay calm, rise to the challenge, use wisdom courage and compassion and soon you will be through it, better prepared to meet the next time, another day.

Getting Results

The Castleman TrailwaySo having failed to make the trip to Ringwood yesterday, purely because I got a bit lost in Broadstone, I was determined to try again today. That old saying about ‘if at first you don’t succeed, try, try and try again’ is pretty good advice. If you try and fail, and never try again, you will miss out on the elation of success.

Having been unable to find the Castleman Trailway, a disused railway line yesterday, I decided to stick to roads I drive every week day to work. Scooting off round Holes Bay, I headed off up Gravel Hill. Strange how much more of a hill it is on a bike, than in the car, in fact it’s about a rise of about fifty meters and feels like it just goes on and on. But by concentrating on the next few meters, than than looking all the way to the top makes it an easier goal.

I decided to take the road through Wimbourne rather than taking the A31, which also has the bonus of taking you via the beautiful footbridge over the river Stour. I joined the A31 at Canford Bottom and headed off towards the Ringwood Road. Trudging up the main road to Ringwood is pretty uninteresting, particularly as the cycle path is rather bitty and disappears totally just after St Leonards.

Having ridden down the High Street and the back streets to the office, I took a few minutes to let the feeling return to my rather numb bum. Then it was time to set off for home. I took the path past the nature reserve in the fields behind the office and towards the Castleman Trailway. Having found it, I was delighted to see that it is a narrow slice of nature amongst the houses, and although there were quite a few people walking, cycling and riding horses, it was so much nicer than being on the road.

Sadly, the route is not continuous, so it’s a case of hopping on and off to get through gates, over roads and the like. There are also great chunks of it missing, where housing estates have been built, so by the time I reached West Moors, I was back on the road again. After that it was pretty much a case of retracing my steps back home.

So there we have it, another goal reached. I am planning to do a couple of two day rides in aid of asthma next year, about 70 miles a day, twice the distance of today’s bimble, so I need to get a lot more practice. But isn’t that just like Buddhism? The more you practice, the more you see the effects.

We Will Remember Them

Field of PoppiesI can’t remember the first time I watched the Service of Remembrance on TV, but it must be the best part of fifty years ago now. It has always been a family event, with my Mom and Dad and my brothers. And although, sadly, my Dad is no longer with us, and the family is spread across the globe, watching it again tonight brought back poignant memories, as always.

I find it very moving, watching the petals falling on the servicemen and women, and although I have never known anyone killed in the service of their country, I feel a certain duty to watch the service.

The people in whose honour the service is held, gave the ultimate sacrifice so that we could live in peace and freedom.

They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years contemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.

Beautifully Quiet

In Flanders FieldsAt the eleventh hour, of the eleventh day, of the eleventh month, of the eleventh year of this century, Ringwood stopped for a reverential two minutes to remember the dead of two world wars and subsequent conflicts. It was truly moving.

The office was quiet, everyone was deep in contemplation, but I was determined not to be disturbed by an errant phone call or the ping of an incoming email, so I went out into the car park alone and watched the stream slide slowly, silently by.

All a bit melodramatic you might think, but if we can’t spare two minutes out of a whole year, there really is no hope for us as a nation. It really was very quiet. A memorial service was being held at the war memorial and at eleven o’clock they fired a cannon to signify the start of the silence.

The boom startled a large flock of starlings in the flood plain on the other side of the Bickley Mill stream and they rose and fell as they wheeled across a grey and rather sad sky. And as I watched them, I noticed that I was peering through loops of barbed wire atop the perimeter fence. Rather fitting for such an occasion.

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