So I did it.
I decided to get input.
Put myself out there.
Do a course of sorts.
Conquer the fears.
Prove to myself that I can do it.
Here I am firmly lodged in a Crash Course on Creativity with Stanford University.
I am getting my input.
Sweating to give output.
I am stretched.
I am facing my fears of not good enough.
Can you really do this?
Worry and trust don’t mix.
A bit like oil and vinegar.
Mine separate then form a murky pool as they are beaten into each other in a frenzy.
Extreme knowing sits hip to hip with the melted whine of “How do I do this?”
It was my second project and we had to go on a silent 30 min walk of observation.
What did I see?
No, really SEE?
Could I move into a newness with all that I observed?
And then the task at hand was the creation of a mind map.
A thought chart.
A planning of notions.
My heart raced and I immediately pictured myself queuing at the dreaded Department of Manpower.
There would be no walk in the park for me.
I would be Springbokkie.
Springbokkie could jump in and put of the queue at will.
Springbokkie would be on the alert for all that happens around her.
She would settle in with the other animals and jump before the lioness gets her.
And so here are Springbokkies thoughts and above is her map.
At The Department of Manpower!
The dreaded DOM queues held me for just a while.
Queues get a bad rap you see.
In their grip, people shake their heads, roll their eyes and mutter to strangers.
There is a strange camaraderie in being stuck in a queue.
A line of humanity moving towards a single purpose or goal.
(God help you if you push in)
I pat queuing on the back.
I look it in the eye and rest in it.
This time of having to stand still, inch forward – observe.
A time to rest and look.
Filter the nothing’s from the something’s.
Smile and nod instead of moan, moan.
The very act of going against the queues usual, irritated, foot stomping grain is a creative one.
To turn it on its head.
Laugh in its queue face and lift the spirits.
To resist clucking the tongue at the fact that there is only one teller at the end of glaring hoards.
To see the possibilities.
The unspecified qualities of a proposing nature that queuing holds.
To breathe and enter into queue world.
Filled with moments of just being.
And spaces of just seeing.
You try it.
(I was Springbokkie, or a Springbuck,
Slow walk, stand, sitting,
On the (com) plains of an African queue.)
And I was right – in the end this project was NOT a walk in the park…
This is me Tania Ahlfeldt fast, run, walking in a onslaught of creativity.
The above piece was recorded live for Kingfisher FM at my beloved office away from home – Brioche café. The intense hospitality and Dans great coffee keeps me going on many a day.
My love of “bokoppe” (and I mean that in the most contemporary way) plus Ilsa Coles awesome Brioche T-shirts was inspiration for Springbokkie.