At long last, I completed the Art of Possibility this afternoon. I drank the book in over the last month and a half, reflecting on the stories and practices of the book. I have a picture in my mind of ‘the time it should take to finish a book.’ This did not match. Or maybe that picture is based on a measurement of my performance, rather than what was wanted and needed.
I had coffee (tea actually) with a long time friend last night at Coffee Bean in Irvine. I drank African Sunrise from what appeared to be a glass, beer mug, though it was not frosted. My friend aptly pointed out that I do not have the insight into my own story that I might think or wish I did. (I have a tendency to take my own insights very seriously). His comment stuck with me in that I often do not have the same visibility as others do into my actions. Those that know me well can affirm that I have better visibility with others than I often do with myself. Blind spots are just that. I’ve got em. And relationships are the best way to get visibility on them – no amount of compulsive studying or reflection can give the same feedback.
In the spirit of this book, I have enjoyed entering into new spacious conversations with others. Offering them space to say ‘what is so’ for the relationship. I’ve enjoyed the power to speak into a new context of relationship that involves partnership, rather than isolation and mutuality, rather than one-ups-manship.
I’m thankful for this read and anticipate to continue to enlist its practices as a vehicle that defies the world of measurement/comparison and launches US into a universe of possibilities.




