Computer Whisperer
Some random stats as I think about the apex of our night-life for my community just north of Seattle. Your mileage may vary.
Fortunately, slowly, slowly, the days will start lengthening. And another year begins.
feasting on sunlight
brief bits of joyful color
momentary pause
A few days ago I was walking along the nearby waterfront. This burst of color captured my attention, both at the moment and then yesterday, which I spent resting, recovering from my second dose of Moderna. I got a fair amount done in spite of my day of rest, but I didn’t get a haiku posted.
This is from one of my assignments this week, and it seemed like a great blog post. So, enjoy!
seeking signs of spring
renewed life begins to bud
with rain less bitter
On today’s walk I focused on searching for signs of spring. Not many yet, but I found these. I expect that the signs will grow via each passing day. C
through fading sunlight
walk along the waterfront
filled with memories
Most of my life orbited the Edmonds waterfront, just north of Seattle. My grandparents lived here. So many memories of walking with my grandfather here, sometimes riding the ferry. He loved talking with everyone, hearing their stories. His gift of listening appreciated.
Ah! Windows update!
Monday morning with crisp air
Crows laughing outside
After a lovely day with my family where I got to feel joy and contentment, remembering happy moments at various times in my life, I received a reminder that not everyone reflects on their childhood with happiness. Surviving Childhood Trauma is a blog that, well, it’s title sums it nicely. And today’s post, Trauma & the Holidays serves as a reminder that not everyone’s memories are laden with love and joy. We need to honor our friends and neighbors who find the holidays to be times of horror, anguish, and pain. And, especially after the year that 2020 has been, many people are struggling with loss, sadness, despair, and loneliness. Those feelings should be honored, too. Such are the elements of grace.
May we all find peace, grace, and well-being this season. And here’s to a 2021 with less misery and more connection.
Featured Image by Olenka Sergienko from Pexels
Here are some reflections on “What CEOs Really Think About Remote Work” in the Wall Street Journal.
When I saw the headline, my first response was cynicism. It’s easy to label many “leaders” as simple tyrannical micromanagers, unable to release even a little control, no matter how helpful it would be for productivity. And that’s, as this is the Wall Street Journal, mostly what I expected to see. However, I was pleasantly surprised. What I actually read was a nice blend of viewpoints. This article is a collection of quotes. Just one or two sentences each looking at what these execs have observed, and where they think office culture will be shifting to. Quite a spectrum of thought, really. I came away pondering a couple of notions.
First, direct human interaction holds great value. We gain by working collaboratively. The “rugged individual” is a destructive myth. Yet, as I’ve seen myself the past few months, there’s value in working in isolation, in minimal distraction. We exist in continuums, each of us unique in our blend of traits.
When looking at the wide array of thoughts, it’s helpful to remember we’re all different. “Working From Home” is wonderful for me: I’m an introvert. The quiet of my home office is invigorating. Extroverts are living in hell.
A healthy working life and corporate culture accounts for the full spectrum of human experience. Finding ways to individualize working environments should be part of an effective future work life.
I never thought I’d see poor air quality as a positive change. But, here we are. It is quite an improvement from yesterday.
Be safe out there!
Living: grace’s gift –
To feel sunlight on your face
And the evening rain