Self-leadership en action

  • Good afternoon…

    I am reaching the end of our conversation, phone stretching in my hands, and wish her a “good afternoon”. My phone jumps at me, angry and screaming “good afternoon, good afternoon yourself. Have you seen the morning I had so far?” I hear. Silence sits with me as I listen…

  • Self-management? self-organisation?

    Nicely said by Margaret J. Wheatley and Myron Kellner-Rogers,  “Self-organisation is not a startling new feature of the world. It is the way the world has created itself for billions of years. In all human activity, self-organisation is how we begin.”

  • After all…

    Looking through the display of women equipment, from ruck sack to running shoes, my eyes sparkle pink stars, bubbles, and flashing lights. I pause a moment, close my eyes and reset my visual display to black, reopen them hoping for miracles… It’s worst… pink has now contaminated walls and advertisement…

  • Lyophilisés…

    « Je vais me réduire » me dit-elle au téléphone avant de me dire bonsoir et de raccrocher. Moment d’hésitation, puis soudainement la lumière se fait « mais bien sûr… c’est pour ça la douche du matin, pour reprendre forme après la lyophilisation ».

  • Under the tall tree

    The meeting point is clear. I have passed that tree so often it seems I’ve forgotten to notice how big it is, and here it is, a rock at the extreme side of the island, a flow of cars on each side. I stand facing it, people passing by on…

  • Dress, cleavage and high hills

    No hesitation this morning: dress, cleavage and high hills, and a touch of make-up. Last meeting they were all showing off, shirts slightly unbuttoned, nice cut trousers, a parade of unconscious seduction, just annoying enough to blind my thoughts once or twice. Time to be fair, time for my revenge…