We have family meetings now. They are not our favorites. We sit on the opposite ends of the table, our calendars, or worse, our computers out, sighing, penciling in deadlines, writing down endless lists of things that need to get done, glaring at each other slightly annoyed.
Neither of us is particularly organized, or for that matter, even that interested in order. Neither of us likes to clean, do the books, call people. We don't have some secret inner resource of structuring that we could tap into. Our papers are in piles, our receipts crumpled up, our ideas written in five different notebooks, the right one always mysteriously missing.
So for this morning's meeting, we went for a walk instead, in the blustery weather, the wind and rain that later turned into a full-blown squall.
Armed with rubber boots, woolens and coffee, we walked trough the woods talking, tossing around ideas like pine cones, not taking notes, breathing in deep instead of sighing, discussing rather than bickering.
I love being out in the weather, especially when it takes a less-than-tranquil turn. Storms have a strange, calming effect on me, surely some unconscious product of years of exposure to Tove Jansson stories; a writer who's love of the elements, especially when they're unpredictable and precarious, is palpable even on the printed page.
“Everything is very uncertain, and that makes me feel reassured.” Is one of my favorite quotes from her work. Maybe our shared love of storms stems from this idea of the brink being a comfort, knowing exactly where you stand, even if it's a rather unsteady place.
After we were done talking, we watched the waves crash onto the rocks for a while. An osprey hung in the high wind unmoving for a long time, perfectly still in the gusting air. Later, it caught a fish from beneath the roiling surface of the water, through skill, or luck or a little bit of both.
Walking back home things seemed lighter and brighter even in the damp cold, with heavy rainclouds marching overhead. We went onto have a day of good work.
I notice that more than ever, I speak of the two of us in plural; "We do this..." "We do that... " "We think...""We want to... "" We're trying to... " "We're building..."
I guess we're a team. Storms and all.
How do you and your partner (business, or love, either way) work together?