I am heading out on a mammoth trip today. My itinerary looks like this:Monday – drive to Port MacNeil on northern Vancouver Island
Tuesday – Facilitate community to community forum with North Island First Nations and local governments. When finished, drive back to Campbell River and jump on a plane. Fly to Vancouver, then Toronto then Ottawa.
Wednesday – Facilitate workshop in Ottawa with the Canadian Union of Public Employees.
Friday – Finish workshop and return to Vancouver
Saturday – Facilitate one day Open Space for the Ministry of the Attorney-General Family Court Committee. Return home Saturday night.
This is a little unusual for me, in that I usually don’t do a red eye flight across two thirds of the country. I know I will be tired, and I know I need to stay focused on these three jobs and what I am doing. And believe it or not, I woke up this morning deliciously anticipating the journey ahead.
For me, this kind of travel and work is a mindfulness practice. I use these journeys to be very mindful about where I am and what I am doing. Often, when I am en route, I don’t speak to other people at all, preferring to travel in silence, reading, listening to music or podcasts or writing. If I do speak it is only to be politie, get where I am going or ask for help. As a silent meditation I find travelling in this way to be incredible practice, and it brings me to the work I have to do with as much presence as I can. In general I don’t check my emails when I am on the road, preferring instead to give as much attention as I can to the work I have at hand. Fortunately I have my partner Caitlin Frost is back in our office, answering phone calls, sorting logistics with clients and flagging important emails for me. This is an incredible gift as it allows me to be on the road, safe, undivided and present for my clients.
Seeing travel as a meditation retreat for me shows up in many ways. For example I have a few practices I cultivate on a daily basis and being mindful means focusing on doing them in unfamiliar places with limited access to tools. I try to exercise everyday, and have developed several “hotel room” workouts, that can be done between queen sized beds in small roadside motels. These are 20-30 workouts focusing on strength, flexibility and cardio fitness. Of course, access to a weight room or a gym makes this easier, but it isn’t necessary. Sometimes, if I’m driving and I get tired I pull over and go through a circuit of push ups, sit ups and squats or I run through some of my taekwondo patterns to get the blood flowing and energize my body.
Eating is another area that becomes a mindfulness practice. Because it’s so hard to find good and healthy food on the road, I think carefully about everything that enters my body. Instead of defaulting to restaurants, I’ll often stop in to grocery stores and stock up on fresh fruit and vegetables, pre-mixed salads or healthy instant soups that can be made with only boiling water. Travelling does not have to mean bread, oil and potatoes.
Travelling offers several benefits to the emotional side of mindfulness practice as well. It is a rare trip when everything goes according to plan and delays, changes and inconveniences force me to be mindful of my emotional states and to practice equanimity with people, machines and other pieces of reality that are out of my control. Some of my favourite trips have been those which have gone horribly wrong, with missed connections, bad weather and few options. If I come through those with a minimum of anxiety, the journey and the return home seems sweeter for it.
Travel can be stressful because it breaks our routines and rhythms. We need to become completely dependant on our own resources, carrying everything we need with us. It forces us to make careful choices about what we take and what we do on the road. We have to live differently than we do at home and that forces us to pay more attention to what we are doing. THAT alone is a gift, for if we can use the opportunity to focus ourselves and work with our mind, we can not only travel better, but understand ourselves better as well.
Slow down, be careful and attentive and see what you learn about yourself.
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From our recent trip to San Francisco…light streaming through through one of the uprights on the Golden Gate Bridge.
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San Francisco, CA, USA
The annual world Open Space on Open Space is upon us, and I am here with the whole family in San Francisco in anticipation of two and half days of meeting with friends old and new. Tonight Harrison Owen was here making a brief appearance to launch the 3rd Edition of the Open Space Technology User’s Guide, which has been updated with several stories and tweaks to the process that the community has evolved since the last edition, published in the 1990s. It was good to see Harrison again, although ever so briefly, as he was off to perfrom the wedding ceremony for his daughter this coming weekend, so he won’t be with us.
A nice evening reception though down at Fort Mason on the waterfront. Several bloggers are here this year, so I expect to see stuff posted from Viv McWaters, Jeff Aitken, Christy Lee Engle, Doug Germann and Kaliya Hamlin among others. Hopefully we’ll have some connectivity in the conference site and I’ll be able to post the odd reflection or two.
In the meantime, we’ve been here for a few days already, visiting Alcatraz, downtown and around the waterfront. I have some photos up at the flickr site, won’t be labeled for a while though.
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Just coming to the end of a ten day trek in New York City, working with some great folks, seeing the sights, taking in a few plays and generally enjoying time with fmaily and friends.
Back soon.
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Today I was scheduled to make a short flight from Vancouver to Nanaimo. It is early spring here on the southwest Pacific coast of Canada, which means blossoming trees, fresh spring flowers and, to everyone’s surprise, a blizzard in Nanaimo, which meant my flight was cancelled. So I high tailed it out to Horseshoe Bay and jumped n the new Coastal Rennaissance ferry and headed to Vancouver Island by slow boat. Revelling in my new found free time, and fresh from adding up the contents of my suitcase, I decided to crunch the numbers and see what my travel schedule has really been like. Here it is:
- Number of days from January 1 to March 31: 91
- Number of those nights I spent in my own bed: 28
- Days in which I did nothing at all related to work: 25
- Number of those days that were in Maui starting New Year’s Day:10
- Number of flight segments: 25
- Number of airlines travelled: 4
- Number of train rides from Vancouver to Seattle: 3
- Number of cars rented: 0
- Number of flights cancelled for snow: 3
- Days of work missed as a result: 1
- Temperature with windchill in Celsius that Regina experienced on that day: -56
- Number of flights taken from Vancouver to Toronto: 2
- Percentage of those flights on which the on board computer needed rebooting before we could leave: 100%
- Number of US Border crossings: 6
- Number of US Customs and Border Protection officers encountered: 10
- Number who wished me well, thanked me, welcomed me or said nice things: 2
- Number who admitted me to the United States without a single word exchanged between us: 1
- Number of clients: 14
- Trips in which I worked with three or more clients in person without going home: 3
- Trips during which my family came with me: 3
- Meals which I have cooked for my family: 3
- Weeks in a row I am taking off from work between June and September: 10
- Consecutive days I get to spend in my own bed starting Sunday: 15
That last stat: luxury.
The funnest moment, by a long way, was surprising my father on his 70th birthday. We flew to Ontario, drove with my mother through a raging blizzard for three hours, arrived at my parent’s house as my dad was going to sleep, and crept up the stairs singing “Happy Birthday.” The look on his face was beautiful, have asleep and full of love and delight. Nothing compares.

