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		<title>Our Tasmanian Home</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 19 Nov 2011 08:01:20 +0000</pubDate>
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<a href='http://martinchallis.com/blog/?attachment_id=1155' title='The Van Itself'><img width="150" height="150" src="http://martinchallis.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2011/11/P1050259-150x150.jpg" class="attachment-thumbnail" alt="The Van Itself" title="The Van Itself" /></a>
<a href='http://martinchallis.com/blog/?attachment_id=1156' title='A well made bed'><img width="150" height="150" src="http://martinchallis.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2011/11/P1050260-150x150.jpg" class="attachment-thumbnail" alt="A well made bed" title="A well made bed" /></a>
<a href='http://martinchallis.com/blog/?attachment_id=1157' title='Dining Table'><img width="150" height="150" src="http://martinchallis.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2011/11/P1050261-150x150.jpg" class="attachment-thumbnail" alt="Dining Table" title="Dining Table" /></a>
<a href='http://martinchallis.com/blog/?attachment_id=1158' title='Looking front to back'><img width="150" height="150" src="http://martinchallis.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2011/11/P1050262-150x150.jpg" class="attachment-thumbnail" alt="Looking front to back" title="Looking front to back" /></a>
<a href='http://martinchallis.com/blog/?attachment_id=1159' title='View from the Window'><img width="150" height="150" src="http://martinchallis.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2011/11/P1050263-150x150.jpg" class="attachment-thumbnail" alt="View from the Window" title="View from the Window" /></a>

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		<title>The Burning Chair</title>
		<link>http://martinchallis.com/blog/?p=1097</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 16 Nov 2011 22:11:05 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>To Be Fully Present</title>
		<link>http://martinchallis.com/blog/?p=1035</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 02 Sep 2011 23:42:56 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Any attachment to outcome distorts our capacity to be fully present.  Joan Halifax Buddhist Roshi]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Any attachment to outcome distorts our capacity to be fully present. <a href="http://martinchallis.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2011/09/photo-roshi-joan-Halifax-Roshi.jpg"><img class="alignright size-full wp-image-1142" title="photo-roshi joan Halifax Roshi" src="http://martinchallis.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2011/09/photo-roshi-joan-Halifax-Roshi.jpg" alt="" width="167" height="255" /></a></p>
<p>Joan Halifax<br />
Buddhist Roshi</p>
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		<title>Acts of social inclusion</title>
		<link>http://martinchallis.com/blog/?p=1029</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 04 Aug 2011 11:52:42 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[As primarily social beings, when we spend time together; our brains wire together and our bodies step, hearts beat and lungs breathe in similar rhythms; mirror neurons in our brains engage. As author Daniel Goleman so aptly states: ‘when we wire together we fire together’. As social and neurological beings, when we feel: included, accepted, [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://martinchallis.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2011/08/inclusion.jpeg"><img class="alignright size-medium wp-image-1165" title="inclusion" src="http://martinchallis.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2011/08/inclusion-300x183.jpg" alt="" width="300" height="183" /></a>As primarily social beings, when we spend time together; our brains wire together and our bodies step, hearts beat and lungs breathe in similar rhythms; mirror neurons in our brains engage. As author Daniel Goleman so aptly states: ‘when we wire together we fire together’.</p>
<p>As social and neurological beings, when we feel: included, accepted, appreciated, respected, regarded, thanked, welcomed, remembered, noticed, asked or celebrated our brains generate ‘happy’ chemicals and we feel good. Actually we feel great.</p>
<p>In addition; we think well, we’re more likely to be creative and innovative, to be productive and effective, and to be optimistic and happy. We’re also more likely to engage well with one another, collaborate, solve problems together, trust each other, manage conflict in a productive way and have really good conversations.</p>
<p>If you agree that this is generally true for you and you acknowledge how you feel when you experience any of the acts of social inclusion just mentioned; you’d possibly also agree that the following question is an important one to ask.</p>
<p>Would paying more attention, spending more time and/or placing more value on acts of social of inclusion be of benefit to your family, your team, your community or your organisation?</p>
<p>For most of the answer is most probably, yes.</p>
<p>Understanding the impact of this benefit and being able to engage in actions that create it is one of the most important functions that any of us interested or invested in social wellbeing and leadership can undertake.</p>
<p>The intent to work more often with acts of social inclusion, emanates from a generative motivation.</p>
<p>Investing in relationships in such a way fosters shared understanding, mutual respect and connectedness. When this occurs we know where the other is coming from and we recognise their intention.</p>
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		<title>My Woman</title>
		<link>http://martinchallis.com/blog/?p=1010</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 23 Jul 2011 16:58:23 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>martin</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[My woman is a guitar. She lies next to me. When she is playing I like to be a song on her lips, however They are made of steel My fingers hurt if I play too much. My woman is the guitar on my bed. She is my best friend. When we cry together we [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://martinchallis.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2011/07/thumb_acoustic.jpg"><img class="alignright size-full wp-image-1014" title="thumb_acoustic" src="http://martinchallis.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2011/07/thumb_acoustic.jpg" alt="" width="252" height="252"/></a>My woman is a guitar.<br />
She lies next to me.<br />
When she is playing<br />
I like to be a song on her lips, however<br />
They are made of steel<br />
My fingers hurt if I play too much.</p>
<p>My woman is the guitar on my bed.<br />
She is my best friend.<br />
When we cry together we cry the same tune.<br />
She is a good listener and I am also very attentive<br />
I caress her neck pressing carefully near the backbone,<br />
she is always grateful.<br />
I love the way she smiles with a O shaped mouth.</p>
<p>My woman is a guitar.<br />
Sometimes at night when we are making love<br />
cats and possums hear us through the bedroom window<br />
They go crazy<br />
they think it&#8217;s a circus.</p>
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		<title>Folding Colour</title>
		<link>http://martinchallis.com/blog/?p=1007</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 23 Jul 2011 16:46:37 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[The colour of towels hang in my house down, like waterfall from door-corners and window sills. Some outside some on wracks All open mouthed spread welcome. I have paintings also. They are static. The towels move around. They&#8217;re the colours of angels blessing a clothesline or bedroom floor. If I&#8217;m wet they dry me if [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The colour of towels<a href="http://martinchallis.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2011/07/colour-towel.jpg"><img class="alignright size-full wp-image-1017" title="colour-towel" src="http://martinchallis.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2011/07/colour-towel.jpg" alt="" width="300" height="300" /></a><br />
hang in my house<br />
down, like waterfall<br />
from door-corners and window sills.</p>
<p>Some outside<br />
some on wracks<br />
All open mouthed<br />
spread welcome.</p>
<p>I have paintings also. They are static.<br />
The towels move around.<br />
They&#8217;re the colours of angels<br />
blessing a clothesline<br />
or bedroom floor.</p>
<p>If I&#8217;m wet they dry me<br />
if they&#8217;re wet I dry them<br />
It&#8217;s a good arrangement.</p>
<p>They smile at me, and often<br />
break into laughter<br />
when I attempt folding</p>
<p>they think it&#8217;s a hoot<br />
trying to fold away colour</p>
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		<title>This Symmetry</title>
		<link>http://martinchallis.com/blog/?p=984</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 04 Jul 2011 11:43:05 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>martin</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[(for jeff) To see where you&#8217;re coming from To get you To take you seriously To understand your deepest intent To legitimise your ways of being To love you for you with no conditions This symmetry of friendship to balance worlds]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>(for jeff)</p>
<p>To see where you&#8217;re coming from<a href="http://martinchallis.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2011/07/jeff.jpg"><img class="alignright size-full wp-image-1022" title="jeff" src="http://martinchallis.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2011/07/jeff.jpg" alt="" width="200" height="187" /></a></p>
<p>To get you</p>
<p>To take you seriously</p>
<p>To understand your deepest intent</p>
<p>To legitimise your ways of being</p>
<p>To love you for you</p>
<p>with no conditions</p>
<p>This symmetry of friendship</p>
<p>to balance worlds</p>
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		<title>Saved from Grief</title>
		<link>http://martinchallis.com/blog/?p=981</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 04 Jul 2011 11:39:44 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[she hanged herself by noose from lintel called the police moments before knowing that the response time would save her friends the grief of finding her]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>she hanged herself</p>
<p>by noose from lintel</p>
<p>called the police<a href="http://martinchallis.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2011/07/Bakelite-telephone.jpg"><img class="alignright size-full wp-image-1027" title="Bakelite-telephone" src="http://martinchallis.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2011/07/Bakelite-telephone.jpg" alt="" width="300" height="204" /></a></p>
<p>moments before</p>
<p>knowing that</p>
<p>the response time</p>
<p>would save her friends</p>
<p>the grief</p>
<p>of finding her</p>
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		<title>After Cutting Timber</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 03 Jul 2011 07:05:25 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>martin</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[after cutting timber at the top of the hill I waited for you not long enough for the magpie&#8217;s wing-feather to fall from the conifer and then your silhouette along with the sunset struck me and drawing closer your smile drawing closer &#160;]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>after cutting timber<a href="http://martinchallis.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2011/07/brightsun.jpg"><img class="alignright size-medium wp-image-1025" title="brightsun" src="http://martinchallis.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2011/07/brightsun-300x225.jpg" alt="" width="300" height="225" /></a></p>
<p>at the top of the hill</p>
<p>I waited for you</p>
<p>not long enough for the magpie&#8217;s</p>
<p>wing-feather to fall from the conifer</p>
<p>and then your silhouette</p>
<p>along with the sunset</p>
<p>struck me</p>
<p>and drawing closer</p>
<p>your smile</p>
<p>drawing closer</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
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		<title>Observing as Audience</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 29 Jun 2011 07:41:15 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>martin</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Whatever it is that stops us in our tracks matters less than what we are being asked to notice. Whether it be malady, loss, impasse, disturbance or discontent, our emotional system is the indicator that data exists for us to decipher. To be able to examine the data we need to move into the role [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><span style="font-family: Helvetica;">Whatever it is that stops us in our tracks matters less than what we are being asked to notice. Whether it be malady, loss, impasse, disturbance or discontent, our emotional system is the<a href="http://martinchallis.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2011/06/scales.jpg"><img class="alignright size-medium wp-image-963" title="scales" src="http://martinchallis.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2011/06/scales-300x203.jpg" alt="" width="300" height="203" /></a> indicator that data exists for us to decipher. To be able to examine the data we need to move into the role of observer. This capacity illustrates that it is possible to be both the experiencer and the observer of our own life.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: Helvetica;">To be one without the other may create a singularity of self absorption or cold detachment. However, when held together a balance point occurs: To experience - I am part of, and, To observe &#8211; I am separate from. This balance point enables movement between the two states, thereby acting as an enabler of conscious choice. </span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: Helvetica;">Conscious choice is alchemised in the crucible of purposeful attention. It arises from the process of separation. Through an observant eye, experience is observed thereby allowing the experiencer to separate from the experience and become the observer. Once observed the experience itself can be: held, considered, turned through perspectives, evaluated, tested for meaning, relevance and usefulness. Hence the pattern of the experience is revealed.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: Helvetica;">We think and behave in patterns. The human brain is a pattern making instrument. Neurologically everything that exists in memory is a pattern. That which is learned becomes a pattern. In some cases our patterns have run so long and so deep that we have become blind to them. The thing that stops us in our tracks, sometimes felt as an emotional ‘derailment’, or ‘ailment’ can act as the inciting incident that eventually causes us to discover the unseen pattern.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: Helvetica;">The benefit of such an experience is that it can catalyse an exploration of self enquiry that leads to the discovery of patterns of thinking or behaving that have hitherto gone unobserved. This is referred to as a ‘blind spot’. Our emotional system acts as an indicator of blind spots, particularly when we repeatedly experience emotions that we do not enjoy. These emotions accompany the story: ‘I am unhappy’, or ‘I am unwell’, or even ‘I am a failure’.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: Helvetica;">The benefit that derailment offers us, cannot be explored while we remain locked into the pain of: defeated expectations, beliefs, rules, or judgements that no longer serve us. The first movement that will offer respite and facilitate the ability to observe ourselves is to practice acceptance of what is happening. If we remain in non-acceptance of what we are experiencing we remain stuck within our patterns. Unable to separate from them, we experience emotions of non-acceptance such as: resentment, resignation and depression. Achieving acceptance ultimately brings relief and a deeper state of peace.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: Helvetica;">To ask ‘Why is the pattern happening?’ is not as useful as ‘What is the pattern I need to see?’. When we ask ‘why’ we are seeking to find the answer from within the pattern and the answer remains elusive. The ‘what’ question invites us to sit outside the pattern. To watch, reflect and learn. To watch and separate from the pattern allows new data to emerge.  With new data and new perspectives we move to insight. These ‘aha’ moments set us free. We see with clarity the pattern that our habitual, experiential selves had not allowed us to witness. </span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: Helvetica;">Once seen and evaluated the old pattern can fall away and a new pattern can emerge; one that is more consciously and deliberately developed. To find the element of conscious choice we sit at the balance point between being the experiencer and the observer. It is possible to move between them and embrace both simultaneously. By practicing acceptance of what is happening we are ready to evaluate what is useful and what is not. Whatever it is that stops us in our tracks matters less than what we are being asked to notice.</span></p>
<p style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: right;">Martin Challis © 2011</p>
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