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  • “I think it pisses God off if you walk by the color purple in a field somewhere and don't notice it. People think pleasing God is all God cares about. But any fool living in the world can see it always trying to please us back.”
    ― Alice Walker, The Color Purple
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    My morning reading encouraged going for a walk out in nature today. There’s a “bridging heaven on earth” meditation that we did on June 27th that it suggested doing as a walking meditation, today. I love these kinds of things!

    My job involves a lot of reading – a LOT of reading – and after being away for 10 days, I had a lot of catching up to do. Last week was chocked full of meetings, so I’m finally getting caught up on my reading, this week, which has been considerably slower.

    The only problem is, I am an off-the-charts “E” on the Myers-Briggs personality type indicator test, meaning I get my energy from interacting with others, whereas an “I” gets their energy from being alone, reading, more solitary pursuits. That doesn’t mean an “I” can’t be gregarious and very effective, socially, as the situation calls for it, nor that an “E” can’t spend a lot of time reading or doing solitary things. It just means that they have to manage their energy differently, when they are engaged in those activities that don’t naturally generate energy for them.
  • For me, after the better part of 3 days sitting and reading, with a few meetings interspersed, by late morning today I needed to get up and do something, to reclaim my flagging energy. I remembered the suggestion about a walking meditation, and today happened to be a downright pleasant day in D.C., weatherwise, a real respite from the oppressive heat wave we’ve been experiencing for the past week or so.

    I decided to exit the complex through the main building that fronts onto the National Mall. As soon as I entered that building, through the enclosed bridge that goes over Independence Avenue between the two buildings, I remembered B, the executive at the departmental level, who made a special request of me yesterday. I was coming out of one meeting and on my way to another, when he flagged me down in the hallway. “Hey, Pete – do you have a few minutes?” I didn’t at the time, but he said, “You’ve never told me the Pete Rose story.” I promised I would schedule some time with him to tell him the story.

    B’s a great guy, a younger fellow who’s a political appointee and who, like me, is a huge baseball fan. I’d mentioned the story to him over a year ago, and then our paths just hadn’t crossed for most of the time, since.

    So, as I was crossing the bridge today, on my way to a “bridging-walking meditation”, I said to myself, “Go tell B that story. He’s probably in his office – now’s as good a time as any.” I needed some energy. And, so I did.
  • He’s in one of these huge executive suites, with a couple of secretaries in the middle office of the suite, screening all his visitors. They know me – I used to be a regular in that office – so I told the one, “B’s expecting me – is there anyone in there with him?” She said no, and sure enough, he was free. (Doesn’t happen often, at his level).

    We chatted for awhile, and I was able to give him some sound career advice – he’s beginning to look at what he will do when this administration is through, which, being a political appointee, means his time with the Department will be done. I strongly encouraged him to get an executive coach to help him figure out what he wants to be when he grows up. I’ve had a lot of success with coaches, myself. I think I might have convinced him of the value of a coach.
  • Then, I told him the full, unabridged story of theft, loss, reconciliation, and fame, my story of stealing Pete Rose’s hat as a kid and winding up beating him into baseball’s storied Hall of Fame with my story of the theft, while he still isn’t in there, despite having a number of records that will probably never be surpassed, including, most hits by any player, ever - because he gambled and lost his life’s first passion – baseball.

    B loved the story! He said, “Wow, that even exceeds the considerable billing for it – that’s an amazing story, Pete!” I just laughed and said, “Yeah – it’s a hall of fame story, for sure!”

    Then, I finally made my way out into a bright, sunny, lovely summer day in D.C. – just about as fine a day as you will find in late July in these climes – and I enjoyed a spectacular walking meditation, full of purple flowers, and a true appreciation for the wonders of life.

    By the time I made it back to my office, and my reading, I was totally energized and started plowing through my work.

    It’s the little things in life that make it all worthwhile! Besides - I surely wouldn't want to piss God off!
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    Photos from my walking meditation, today, in which I encountered all kinds of purple flowers. I took the time to notice them – and, God, they were heavenly!
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