Undertaking some garage spring cleaning on Easter Sunday, I found some old picture frames, one of which is worth resurrecting from storage TODAY.
Ripped from the intro page of a Paul Theroux book, if memory serves, it highlights perfectly my own #FutureOfWork point of view as an advocate of change.
“A peasant must stand a long time on a hillside with his mouth open before a roast duck flies in.”
I have been there, for years too long, alongside colleagues too many, a powerless peasant in a system I neither controlled nor understood.
“The movements which work revolutions in the world are born out of the dreams and visions in a peasant’s heart on a hillside.”
Ah. Yes. It is that same peasant that has it within them to begin the revolution. This seems to mirror my own journey. I stand on a hillside, with CAWWers aplenty, and we see the work revolution playing out in front of us. Like Easter’s story of resurrection and rebirth, we peasants are in the midst of our re-envisioning, hearts open, mouths shut.
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