Persistent Dust

     "I like the idea of all ," Melody, our company's information analyst said to the group during our first team meeting of the year. "But, I just don't see myself included there in the list." Her eyes shifted to the screen where our team's mission statement was displayed, the words "for all" highlighted with a list underneath:  Students Teachers Leaders  Community     The director, who'd been leading the meeting, was quiet for a moment. "I see what you're saying," she said finally, with a slight touch of impatience in her tone. "But when we wrote this together, that's why we added the word community ."      Melody, not one to end an argument after just one rebuke, seemed to be calculating whether or not a lengthy dissertation was worth the effort to change the already-agreed-upon mission statement. Before she could decide, another hand raised. It was Kashif, a new member of the team who'd just been introduc

The Gift of Not Scratching Itches

 It's awfully cliche to say "find the gift in everything," but what if cliches weren't so . . . cliche? What if we thought of them as a kind of reminder that are repeated so much because they matter so much?   I've been working on following, what I like to call, my "pings" lately; those little bursts of intuitive insights that I've pretty much ignored my whole life.  It's a little twinge in my gut and subtle mental whisper that I should take a different street home today rather than my usual route, or that I should take a moment to call my 94-year-old grandma.  Sometimes it's even an internal nudge to wear this shirt instead of that one.  Something is trying to guide me.   I figure I should listen.  Today I got a ping to email a teacher who attended a recent PD session I and two colleagues offered. In the session, this teacher was particularly cranky.  Not cranky in the sense that she was having a bad day, but in the sense that she had an itc