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The Field – Time to Rest

September 18, 2015 by Chris Gribble

The Field – Time to Rest
Ploughed unceasingly,
It could no longer produce,
The crop required of its soil.

The field was left to fend for itself
Left – To creation’s care.
It held no value,
For those who believed they knew,
The purpose for what the field was intended.

Creation’s care appeared haphazard,
Planned out of chaos,
And, the result seemed worthless.
Worthless weeds, choking plants,
Thorny bristles repelling intruders.

It’s deeply furrowed landscape,
Slowly transformed,
By the storms with their floods of rain,
By the wind with its dusty blast.

From it’s mess of weeds and thorns
A fledgling took flight,
From its home where each year,
New life would come.

Creation’s plan in place again,
Time to rest,
Life continues in the way it was always intended.

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Renewal – A Cinquain

September 17, 2015 by Chris Gribble

Renewal
Hopeful, intimacy.
Forming ,feeling, loving.
Recovering what was,
Healed.

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Reflection on Psalm 4

September 17, 2015 by Chris Gribble

My Version

God, do you hear me?
I am waiting for your answer now.

Life feels dark, and uncertain,
I long for a rest from the constant pressure of life,
It never seems to let up,
Please hear me today – Listen to my cry.

You promise that you will hear me, your child,
I have sought to live how you want me to,
I have turned my life inside out,
To make sure that there is nothing that can distract me,
From your call to live wholeheartedly for you.

I don’t care what other people say about what is important,
Money, success, career, or anything that can distract,
From opening my life completely to you,
And being completely happy with what you provide.

I will be content,
I will sleep well,
Knowing –
That I am safe in your care.

Reflection

This Psalm’s last stanza has the sentence, “In peace I will lie down and sleep”.

I have always found that when I am anxious my sleep gets disrupted. When I was depressed the one thing that I desired above all else was to sleep through the night. I dreaded going to sleep because I realised that I would wake too soon. I knew that I would wake with the problems of the day ahead tossing around my head. I felt like there was never any rest.

When David says that in peace he will sleep I understand how important this is. To be able to say tonight because God is watching over me that it doesn’t matter what else is going on I will sleep is a statement about the blessing that comes with being right with God.

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A Reflection on Psalm 121

September 17, 2015 by Chris Gribble

My Lord, My God,
Today I am taking time to see you,
I know that you have already seen me,
Your constant hand is on my life,
Your hands are loving protecting hands,
They are hands that are lovingly outstretched.

I am glad that those hands
Are the ones that are going to protect me.

I am confident in you,
Because you created me,
Now, I can have the courage to take the next step forward,
Knowing that your gaze will be on my every step.

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Where is God

September 17, 2015 by Chris Gribble

Joining Spirit and action,
Soul and work,
Heart and calling.

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A Reflection on Psalm 109

September 17, 2015 by Chris Gribble

I felt hate but it was called love,
I heard lies but they were called truth,
I sought trust but was given uncertainty,
I needed compassion but tasted contempt.

But, God, Your hand saves me.
What I seek is found in you,
Love, truth, trust, compassion,
These are the marks of praise from you to your creation.

My love returned hundred times,
Your protection given to my family,
Prosperous again.
Opposition disarmed by love,
I am blessed by your overwhelming generosity.

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A Shadow Touched By Light

September 17, 2015 by Chris Gribble

A shadow hastened by my path,
Dimming hope along it’s way,
Chased by a beam – its fleeting hold,
The shadow knew that it would quickly –
Be transformed by light.

The path viewed from the shadow,
With the light filtered ahead,
Knows that this brief shady moment,
Will be welcome respite,
That will help my journey today.

A shadow touched by light,
In sadness hope is restored,
Knowing the path that once was dimmed,
Gives the shadow a new perspective,
Light touching sadness becomes hope again.

Visited by Sadness

Recently in the midst of a really happy time I was visited by the shadow of depression. A year ago I was in the midst of depression from which I thought I would never emerge. This more recent brief touch was a reminder of its darkness. For those who have experienced depression they would know its debilitating effects. I think the most common expression that I have heard is that it’s like a fog, or life become a shadow of what it should be.

I wrote “A shadow touched by light”, to seek to understand this brief shadow and to reflect on where it began for me. I think it came from a sense of sadness over the brokenness that we all need to live with and the unease with the paradox of wanting to restore what was. However, I know that brokenness is not restored by repeating what was but by having the courage to create something new.
As I allowed the light to touch this knowing I was able to emerge into a place of hope again.

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What does it take

September 17, 2015 by Chris Gribble

What does it take
To begin again
To share life
To love deeply
To celebrate joy
To embrace today
To live hopefully?

Perhaps the courage
To let be
What was always intended to be.

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Light and Shadow

September 17, 2015 by Chris Gribble

Each day I desire to see light,
It flits through the shadows,

I see it,
Then shadows overtake,
I reach out to grasp it,
The shadows quickly cover its rays,
My hands close on nothing.

Each day brings light and shadow,
Living in the shadows for too long,
Makes me fearful of light.

Life brings new shadows each day,
I seek to be light,
But, my light is a quickly dimmed,

My shadow is fear,
Each day brings new fears.

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Spring’s Beauty

September 17, 2015 by Chris Gribble

Spring’s breath,
I felt it’s first whisper,
This morning,
When growing tired of winter’s voice,
A glimmer of warmth,
Fresh hope emerging,
Of rebirth, new hope,
Its voice at first faint,
But, then with growing strength,
A bud emerges,
Life is born.

Spring’s beauty,
I see it’s fresh bloom,
New life,
Beauty pushing outwards,
Spoken by a creator’s words,
The clear voice,
Calling quietly, but I heard,
Drawing me to,
Loving creation’s sounds, offering,
Life and love,
Rebirth begins.

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A Reflection in Psalm 15

September 17, 2015 by Chris Gribble

The Beloved’s Blessing (A reflection in Psalm 15)

Resting in;
Weakness transformed
Responding in;
Caring truthfully
Reminding in;
Integrity lived
Rejoicing in;
Loving relationship.
(Chris Gribble)

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Reflection on Psalm 3

September 16, 2015 by Chris Gribble

My version of Psalm 3

My Lord, My Lord, I feel like I am treated like the faithless,
They look at me and think that I am weak,
But I want you God to lift my head up,
I want your glory,
What do you say to me?
I heard you Lord, in the night’s stillness.
You take my independence and teach me to rely on you,
You say, I need to put all my confidence in you,
Even though I think that it looks I’m crazy,
Tonight Lord I pray that I will sleep well,
Confident in your provision,
Knowing that I am your child,

I am blessed
I am your child.
I am blessed,
I am your Son.
I am blessed,
I am your beloved.
I am blessed,
You have delivered me.

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Reflecting on Psalm 113

September 16, 2015 by Chris Gribble

This is my take on Psalm 113.

Today is a day of praise,
Speaking God’s name brings praise,
He is:
My Father who is proud of me;
My beloved King that I want to obey;
Grace that gives everything to me;
Love that keeps loving me;
Hope that always sees the best in me;
Trust that is sure and fixed on me,

To know that this morning he opened his heavens,
To see how I am going and to make sure,
I am ok,

I am blessed
I am blessed
I am blessed.

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Reflection on breaking

September 16, 2015 by Chris Gribble

What happens when what you thought you knew about someone no longer remains true?

I recently considered the close relationship between a stranger and a friend and then wrote, “The friend who becomes a stranger”. This poem sought to discover what is the heart of the experience when after we have invited someone into our life as a friend we discover that they are really a stranger. This discovery unfolds as the relationship continues and the journey to being strangers is slowly recognised. This is usually a slow process. But, then at some point of internal crisis we can sometimes be jolted into asking, how did something that once felt deeply intimate transform into something that is the antithesis of love?

Friends becoming strangers is evident around us everyday. We have all witnessed and experienced the harsh words and inconsiderations in an intimate relationship that are the initial tearings leading to being strangers. These tears will start small but if left untended will extend to wounds that slowly rip through to the person’s heart. When they are allowed to become too deep then they will be fatal to the relationship. The result is that the friend is now a stranger and what was known is no longer known. What was intimate is now platonic.

When a friend becomes a stranger the woundedness that led to the current strangeness requires healing from someone able to be a friend. The stranger is not and cannot be the healer. The stranger relishes in creating uncertainty, taking, questioning, closing, weapons, distorting, selfishness and lies. Love, giving, trusting, openness, words, truth, sharing and intimacy are the signs of friendship and knowing each other’s personhood. A true friendship will heal and be renewing to each person’s soul.

I have discovered when we open ourselves to friendship with someone who is unable to return that friendship it’s important to guard my heart from further wounding that a stranger may or may not realise they are inflicting. The first step is now seeing the former friend as a stranger and recognising the stranger’s language. Healing doesn’t require a vindictive retaliation but the courage to know what has become and to accept that healing requires a different language that cannot be spoken by the stranger.

Finally there is an element of winsomeness in writing this poem. It came from a place where a goodbye was needed but choosing to do this was extremely difficult. I hope that from this sadness I will be a better friend.

The friend who becomes a stranger

Love transformed to uncertainty
Giving deciding to take
Trusting turning to questioning
Openness diminishing to closed
Words wielded as weapons
Truth distorting reality
Sharing together to selfishness
Intimacy divided by lies

A stranger no longer known.

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Where does my soul dwell

August 26, 2015 by Chris Gribble

Where does my soul dwell,
Was my constant wonder as a child,
I knew it was that inner part of me,
That was God’s most precious gift,
But, for a time I gave my soul,
For a price that was both
Too low and far too high
Given to something that could never return,
Such a precious gift, then wasted,
Because, I gave it to something,
That could never appreciate,
It’s true eternal value.
Until it was lost I didn’t know,
And then, I realised what was wisely said,
What does it profit a man – whose soul is lost
My life lived with a gaping hole.
That should be filled by learning how to be.

But, today my soul is restored,
to that place known by God and I.
I took it from the one that it belonged,
When I kept the gift for myself,
What was intended to free, instead,
Was a burden that weighed me down,
A price that was both,
Too low and far too high,
The debt was my soul’s weariness,
The cost that threatened life itself,
But, when life’s true value is renewed,
My soul once more returned,
To its home that promises,
No gain in this world – rather eternal rest,
My soul is found where my inner yearning,
That gaping hole Is filled with love,
As I learn to rediscover all I am meant to be.

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Beloved

August 25, 2015 by Chris Gribble

Be here
Be now
Be strong
Be hopeful
Be free
Be Loved

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The Lifting Fog

August 25, 2015 by Chris Gribble

When the cloud touches the mountain,
And evening arrives early,
When daylight is overtaken by,
the fog’s clinging haze,
The light – succumbs to shadows,
Darkness oozes in,
The light gives way to gray,
Constricting what is seen,
The view ahead is limited,
By the thick enveloping blanket,
that dims the light ahead,
It blurs behind the darkness,
Fog clinging to all it sees.

The fog’s haze meets with me,
Both from the outside and looking in,
Life battles my situation,
That seeks to take away,
My hope – is crushed by anxiety,
Despair is lived each day,
My creativity is limited,
By the fog’s shadows,
Covering all I do and say,
I seek to catch a glimpse,
Of what will come today,
But, my vision is limited
By the fog that lies within.

I know the fog will visit,
For a time and then will leave,
It’s clinging dimness struggling,
Against the sun rays clearing,
To the emerging day,
That opens a brighter, loving way,
It is transparent and surprising,
Because of where it came,
Shadows highlight light,
To show the path ahead,
My sight renewed, refreshed,
No longer am I limited,
By the fog’s brief touch with me.

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Eternity’s Breath

August 19, 2015 by Chris Gribble

Eternity’s breath whispers life,
It’s gentle rhythm beating,
With the sounds of,
Loves eternal longing,
That beats in all our hearts,
None is forgotten,
All creation is heard,
Restoring loving, kindness,
The voice of love whispers,
Time to turn to me.

Life’s transitions remind us,
With their constant call,
Of what we seek to ignore,
Reminders in the din,
That our heartbeat is eternal,
One day we’ll meet again,
We’re not forgotten,
Each life is eternity,
The voice of love whispers,
You belong to me.

What voice will be heard,
As we yearn to understand,
What is needed,
As we seek to hear again,
The melody of life,
Can play its tune once more,
Creating a new song
That can be heard by all.
The voice of love whispers
You child are heard by me.

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A lost creation

August 16, 2015 by Chris Gribble

We created a place for givings face,
Where hope and love could be done,
Then it changed,
It seemed like an instant,
But was it always there?
Selflessness turned to selfishness,
Waiting to escape,
It’s ugly face,
Turns hope to fear,
Trust to anxiety,
Faith to despair.

Then creation expressed its displeasure,
At what it thought could be better
The creator’s contribution,
No longer seen,
No longer valued,
No longer wanted.

Rejections face is awful to behold,
Contemptuous of what was given,
It says I am better alone,
I can do it by myself,
I don’t need your help,
Creator,
You’re not important,
You don’t belong,
In the place of your creation.

When love is missed,
When pretence not truth is given,
Words become barbs,
Cruel reminders of what’s lost
They twist the truth
That was intended,
The tapestry of life
Becomes frayed at the edges,
Allowed to continue,
It will slowly unravel,
The intended picture,
No longer visible.

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Personal mentoring reflections – What’s it like to be mentored?

July 4, 2015 by Chris Gribble

Summary: This essay will be in two sections. In the first section I will reflect on my personal experience of mentoring with two significant mentors. The second section will review where my story intersects with mentoring literature. The aim is to review the connections between my mentoring experiences and the current mentoring literature.My mentoring stories:

A mentor from young adulthood.

My first two careers after leaving school at age 15 were firstly completing a trade as a  fitter and turner then completing my nursing studies. When working as a nurse I went through a personal spiritual experience and ended up in a small community in Emerald, Queensland. The community had a philosophy of work, study, tutorials and sharing life with people who had similar desires.

One of the most keenly anticipated parts of the experience was the regular tutorials. These were occasions when a community leader would meet individually with each student to check in with their progress and to listen to their concerns and ideas.

Initially it took a while to connect to my mentor. He was naturally a shy person that didn’t quickly disclose personal information. But, the relationship deepened as the first year progressed and we shared more experiences together and we began spending time with each other outside the formal tutorial arrangements.

Once my student days were completed the relationship continued. We became colleagues and then after a period of time I replaced him as Dean of the college. Over time the relationship matured and deepened to become a valued friendship. He was a person who demonstrated amazing humility in allowing me to lead the community that he founded.

Today I cannot remember many things that were said to me. But, I am deeply grateful for the time that he invested into me. As I emerged from my previous self destructive lifestyle I was impressed that he valued me enough to commit himself to my well being. Like most young people I was uncertain about myself and my capacities, I was still learning to develop relationships and I was still developing a sense of my vocation.

This relationship was instrumental in my choice of vocation for the next 25 years and his influence continues to shape me today. I saw that John made enormous personal sacrifices to mentor many young people. I knew he sacrificed personal career options to follow what he believed in. He served as a role model who lived out what he taught. He served as an inspiration to me of what happens when an ordinary person committed himself to a higher cause.

A current mentor

My current mentor was for nearly three decades principal of a Bible College. I had observed him from a distance for more than a decade and felt a deep respect for his obvious humility and his evident personal warmth. During this first 10 years we didn’t connect one on one but I observed the way that he related to others and I valued his honesty and integrity.

I remember him stating clearly to a group of people that his one of his biggest failings during his tenure as Principal was the lack of leaders produced. He saw this as a huge deficiency in his own leadership. I admired his openness and my respect grew deeper at his frank admission. I saw him an an amazing leader who had brought his organisation through a radical transition from an extremely traditional college to a student centric, multi-modal college, that enabled access to quality education to a huge geographical area.

We began communicating personally when I was completing my Masters in Online Education more than a decade ago. This was the early days of online learning and he asked me the whether online learning was an appropriate platform for ministry training and particularly spiritual formation. We shared many of my ideas that emerged from my studies and were percolating in those early days of online education.

After he retired Keith committed himself to mentoring leaders. He was widely sought after by a number of CEO’s of organisations and also large churches. He has often said that in retirement he actually found his vocation and felt more productive and fulfilled than in his previous role.

With some trepidation I approached Keith to ask if he would consider mentoring me. I wasn’t sure if he would consider me worthy of mentoring because of his popularity and because so many important people were mentored by him. When we began our mentoring relationship I was an honorary small church pastor who had started a part time business and had little to offer when compared to his many high profile mentees. However, he said that he would meet with me to see if we were a good fit.

We met and connected and five years on we have an ongoing relationship. He speaks with amazing clarity into my life. I continue to resonate with his wisdom and insight. I am pleasantly surprised that he sees the time that we spend together as worthwhile. Usually at the end of session he thanks me for my time.

Personal observations about my mentoring experiences and the connection to current mentoring literature

I describe my life so far as fortunate. I have a  wonderful family, good friends,encouraging workmates and a great city to live in. I consider myself  a privileged person who has benefited from a lifelong education that has opened many possibilities.

In the midst of this I have sought to maintain connected to a range of mentors. My relationship with those people I call mentors is different to the many other positive relationships I have.

They have connected personally.

In the two key mentoring relationships I described in section one growing trust allowed me  to open areas of my life that previously I would be kept hidden. In the mentoring relationship, mutual caring and loyalty increases as the social distance between the mentor and the mentee decreases (Scandura, Tejeda et al. 1996). As this space diminishes there is increased capacity to connect to each other’s deeper selves. The commitment my mentors demonstrated to our relationship created a space where a close personal relationship could ensue. They didn’t just see me in terms of my human capital but as a whole person that was valued for my intrinsic worth.

I was recently talking to another mentor who is very successful in business and academia.  I consider him as a mentor (even though we haven’t formalised the arrangement) and when nearly finished thanked him for his time. He smiled when I said how much I appreciated the chat knowing that I was of no economic benefit to him.  His said that quite simply it’s not about the money it’s about the people.Then he proceeded to spend another 10 minutes with me telling me stories of how he had invested in other people during his career. Spending time with people was his passion and I believe also a key ingredient of his success. This is confirmed by Gagne, F. M., & Lydon, J. E. (2003). .

The mentors that I highly value know the worth of being able to waste time with someone. They are able to listen to my story attentively and because of this my story can explore nuances that are not available if they didn’t have the time to be attentive (Ref: Link) . My experience of other helping professions such as psychologists and coaches is that the relationship is firstly transactional and based on a very specific time period. For example the psychologist has allotted a one hour session and its always acutely obvious that to go over that time will impinge on the next person’s time. I have observed that my  mentors have cleared the space in their schedule to allow for time to attend to the my story.

Mentors that have high levels of influence in my life have been willing to open themselves and connect their story with my story. Healthy development of the mentor/mentee relationship is dependent on this movement toward a deeper personal relationship as Casto et al. (2005), state, ‘‘successful mentoring requires a mutual commitment to time, open communication, clear yet flexible boundaries, and adjustment to new rules and roles as the mentee moves toward becoming a colleague’’ (p. 336).

I attribute the success of my relationship with my mentors to a growing meaningfulness that has developed into strong friendships. My review of the literature is that increased meaningfulness is to be expected in the final stages of a successful mentoring process, the relationship transforms into a more collegial, peer-like relationship (Kram 1983; Vance and Olson 1998; Morton-Cooper and Palmer 2000; Chenoweth and Lo 2001; Phillips-Jones 2001; Bower 2003).

They have helped me to understand my story

We develop stories to bring to our lives unity and purpose. They assist in bring context to lifes experiences.  My story is made up of the key actors, tensions that have arisen, resolutions or lack of resolution and hopes about the outcomes. My story is constantly evolving in light of new discoveries and new truths that come forward through different phases of my life. Generally when telling my story I am searching  to bring some resolution to the events that have come forward at that time. Over time my story has matured and emphasises different things to what I did in early adulthood.

A significant part of a mentoring relationship is in the storytelling. Most of our time spent together is not seeking to identify particular issues to work on but on telling the story about the journey so far. There is incredible insight sharing a reconstructed past and the anticipated future n the desire to ensure that there is a future hope (Ref: Link) .

In a mentoring relationship the mentor keeps  the mentee mindful of the journey by actively listening and contributing to the conversation. By listening to my story they enable me to make meaning of my journey. Keith always includes in a mentoring session a time on reflection on the key themes that he feels has emerged from our time together. I always appreciate this brief summary because it charts the journey as Keith as heard it and then is reflected back for me to hear the things that I have said.

My significant mentors have helped me to understand my place in the world. I want to know that I fit somewhere and they have helped me discover the unique value that I bring to the word. As Allen and Eby (in press) note, individuals possess a universal and fundamental “need to belong” (p. 399) (Source). My mentors have guided my understanding of where my story intersects with the rest of humanity’s story and then beyond that to an understanding of where it connects to a bigger spiritual story. This outside value has given increased meaning to the way that I see my current circumstances.

 

They served as role models

I know that I have modelled myself on my mentors. This highlights my attraction to Athene’s activities in The Odyssey where role modeling is a central quality of mentoring. Athene provided Telemachus with a standard and style of behavior which he could understand and follow, this was done because Athene took on human form to communicate in a way that was understandable for Telemachus. Athene helps us comprehend that mentors need to make themselves available to mentee as role models and to understand how their modelling can stimulate perspective, style, and a sense of empowerment within the mentee (Ref: Link).

John was a shy retiring person who never wanted to be in the limelight. Yet, he was one of the most gifted and powerful teachers that I have sat under. I don’t remember tiring of his lectures even after a year of learning. He spent hours with me sharing his own methods and  insights into people and his own experience of dealing with the issues of community. Role models invest  time, know-how, and effort in enhancing another person’s growth, knowledge and skills’ (Shea 1999, 3).

John’s teaching style heavily influenced my early teaching approach. His was a well structured, thoughtful approach with no hype but a solid logic. Today I recognise that he could have included more emotion however he contributed much to my current teaching practice. I recognise that sometimes I am the other extreme of having too much emotion so this early modelling served to moderate my style.

Keith is a significant leader in a church denomination. His influence has spread well beyond his assigned role as college principal. He earned his authority through his generous humility, innovative style and obvious care for others. There are few people that I have met that have such a powerful presence that is based on transparent modesty.

His leadership approach has significantly shaped my own understanding of leadership and particularly the concept of servant leadership. This phrase was coined by Robert K. Greenleaf in The Servant as leader, an essay that he first published in 1970. In that essay, Greenleaf said:

“The servant-leader is servant first… It begins with the natural feeling that one wants to serve, to serve first. Then conscious choice brings one to aspire to lead. That person is sharply different from one who is leader first, perhaps because of the need to assuage an unusual power drive or to acquire material possessions…The leader-first and the servant-first are two extreme types. Between them there are shadings and blends that are part of the infinite variety of human nature”.

A servant-leader focuses primarily on the growth and well-being of people and the communities to which they belong. I believe that this describes Keith well. He has served as  a leader and mentor because he first chose to serve. He brings a people first approach to leadership demonstrates his commitment first to culture that then enables successful strategy to be developed.

Concluding Reflections

I recognise that the two chosen mentors are both leaders but extreme introverts. I often wonder why I am attracted to these mentor qualities? I think I chose them initially because I saw that I lacked strengths that they had. In the MERID model (Figure One) they both belong in the non-directive, reactive spaces. I tend to be directive and reactive in my approach so I think that I gravitated to the strengths in their styles in an attempt to mitigate my own weaknesses.

Figure One – MERID model

 

As I reflect on the what things have mattered to me in the way that I have been mentored I realise that they are things that I have implemented in my relationships with others. I am discovering that as I am getting older there are an increasing number of mentoring type relationships emerging. I haven’t always set out to deliberately mentor some people but as the relationship develops and takes on a higher level of commitment this becomes an appropriate word to use.

Further reflection on my mentoring relationships evokes a deep sense of personal satisfaction from these relationships. I have been fortunate to have discovered positive role models, people who have been willing to waste time with me and people who have shared the journey over a period of time and for these qualities and behaviours I call them mentors. The label mentor assigns a sense of commitment to the relationship that implies the depth and character of the mentor bring mentoring qualities.

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