The Man Again

Last week the Bauernbergpark Man crossed a street near Auersberplatz.
When I saw him I was in my car, driving to Baumbachstraße.
I am glad that he is still around.
Two days ago I read the poem about the Man to two women.
This led to a discussion on what we do about the Bauernbergpark Men of this world.
This question, I think is still unresolved...
...for the sake of the Bauernbergpark Man...
or maybe not.

NLP meets Zen

Where do you think you're going?
These words from the Dire Straits album Communiqué bring together the inspiration to deal with neurolinguistic programming and Zen.
Where am I going?
Don't I know it's dark outside?
Why not stay in the comfort zone?
Everything is already here.
Maybe I want to make the world my comfort zone. Maybe.
In the face of national or international politics, environmental pollution, hunger and disease this is a hard job.
NLP says: You've got all the resources you need.
Zen says: Everything is already there. You just have the problems that you need.
So let these two world-views overlap.
What is going to happen?
What happens to goals, to communication, to beliefs, to our identity?

I dedicate these lines and these questions to Helga Obermair, who was an irreplaceable inspiration to many of us.
To combine the values of mindfulness and of NLP may be a fruitful project.
With this assumption I will refrain from more questions.
The show must go on.

The Sands of Time

Patterns.

Random patterns.

These patterns were there, the moment I took a picture of them.

Then they became fossils on the digital map of my cameras's SD card.

Now they are gone again.

At least something different is there now in that particular place on the beach somewhere in North Wales.

I am back in the middle of continental Europe.

I am looking at the photograph and what I see is:

Patterns.

Random patterns.

These patterns were there...