Years ago, I had occasion to chat
with a Catholic Deacon
on a sort of regular basis.
In one of our conversations,
I said that church had never really done much for me.
I liked the singing
and the sense of community,
but I didn’t feel anything.
I didn’t get anything out of the service.
“That’s easy,” he said,
“You don’t go to get; you go to give.”
I feel the same about Bob Dylan concerts.
Maybe he can’t sing, as my friends relentlessly remind me,
but when I see him in concert,
I bring it.
Gratitude. Curiosity. Loyalty. Energy. Enthusiasm. Appreciation.
My full love-filled attention.
And for Bob,
I can only imagine that, in spite of being revered andloathed
(no one is neutral on Bob Dylan),
he brings it.
Before I found and fell in love with co-active coaching,
I sat on the fringes of a lot of workshops and training sessions,
judging the people and the process and
wondering why I wasn’t getting much out of them.
Now I know.
It took 30 years, God, Bob Dylan and Co-Activity
to teach me that, in any relationship where love is present,
I have to bring it.