just got home from seeing frost/nixon, and was really impressed with the story, how it unfolded. it’s impossible not to transpose some bush, some reagan onto the nixon character – the story is all about acknowledgment.

which is not to say that if bush had been apologizing for the last nearly-8 years, that that would be enough. i don’t have a lot of patience for sorry, i read ntozake shange too early in my life and it’s made me never be too interested in “sorry” when improvement is what’s called for.

that said, it is deep to me how forgiveness, redemption, and apologies work. that is – they can’t be skipped. when a great violence has been done, or a great crime against humanity committed – when it can’t be undone…that acknowledgment is one of the ways we begin to pave a new path. to apologize is to say – i have learned, and i won’t do it again. to apologize and then repeat the offense? well then you are the boy who cried sorry, and no one cares.

i have never thought it was a weakness to apologize when you really did something wrong. but i also don’t think it’s good to get guilty-minded, and start apologizing for everything. there’s a sweet and genuine spot called ownership. i think as a leader it is particularly important to hold that space.

today i got an email from someone i love dearly, with some important feedback in it. i have sat really thinking about this email, about the critical feedback in it and how to appropriately respond – where is the appropriate place for apology, how do i acknowledge my power in the situation, and what are the changes i need to make to ensure this doesn’t happen again? time, as i’ve experienced it, doesn’t move backwards. this is why actions matter to me so much more than words.

i’m no nixon, i’m no bush…and yet, we all make decisions every day that have impacts beyond what we can see immediately. if we are to exist, coexist, and evolve in this chaotic incredible world, we have to stand fully present in the experience. that cognizance gives us the ability to reckon, and that reckoning gives us the ability to learn, forgive, be forgiven, and grow.

onward and upward.

Throwing Shoes at Bush

found on facebook this morning:

“We are collecting shoes to bring to the gates of The White House on Monday, January 19th, Bush’s last day in office. In the Middle East, throwing shoes is a great insult and no one is more deserving of such a “gift” than Bush. Organize to collect shoes in your region and join us in a parting gesture to the Bush regime. Big party in DC later that night!”

this is a reference to the amazingly brave shoe-throwing incident last week, aka Shoegate.

All good, I’m feeling it. Yesterday my girl Dani and I were talking about how scared we are for that journalist’s life. Today, we had a moment of like – a shoe throwing campaign would have been so hot 5 years ago, to just make it a thing that everywhere Bush went, people were pulling off their shoes and throwing them at him.

It’s not too late.

I kind of like the idea of Bush’s last month being one full of thrown shoes, shoes from all walks of life, shoes we learned to take off quickly in airport security lines where we are all suspect, shoes with holes in the feet – recession shoes, boots from soldiers who didn’t make it home, shoes worn to funerals Bush wouldn’t attend, shoes from children left behind, manolo blahniks now too expensive for owners who lost everything in the past couple of weeks, shoes found in foreclosed homes, shoes shoes shoes.

And the throwing of them is sort of tender – an action full of anger, but so soft compared to all of the things bush has allowed to be lobbed in his name, in our name, bullets and bombs that can’t be ducked. its the insult of it, and the totality of it – i take this off of my body to throw at you. its got a nice baseball reference embedded in it, a strong arm delivering strike after strike. i’d love to see a shoe-throwing campaign that sounded like a mandate.

i have plenty of shoes.