Return to Art, Some Reflections

Work, sleep, work. The job of Human Resources Manager is all-consuming. I have learned a great deal about the kind of people that become leaders, at least here at the mine, and something of how to work with them.

I hadn’t carved since the beginning of October until last weekend, and it certainly feels good to get back into it again. Posting a work in progress update also felt good. I need to slide up to the mine today touch base with the president and certain supervisors regarding a union decision yesterday to reject the new hours. But after that I’d like to continue the eagle carving and post another work in progress update to keep the flow going.

It is highly probable the mine will close soon and we will all be out of work, so getting back into the swing of things with my art is probably wise.

I have learned much about industry, management, personnel matters and myself during this short time at the mine. My decisions and ideas have proven sound and I find that I derive satisfaction from an involvement at the upper levels of decision making. To be an actor rather than one of the acted-upon feels very empowering. The role seems consistent with my ability and disposition. The former Director of Personnel at the mine told me in a recent conversation that working under the present regime at the mine is probably the hardest it gets in personnel, so I'll take heart and enjoy what I’m doing while it lasts.

Not So Long Lengths - Part II

During my swimming time this morning I again thought through my life during the laps. I was struck again by the shortness of my life so far. Thirty five years is a very short time to be conscious.

I was also struck by the arbitrary way certainty and certainties became a part of my thinking. Perhaps it is because of the shortness of life that we adopt certain values and attitudes as certainties by necessity and without reflection, so that we can function - equivalent to instinct or instinct’s function in animals? Is university a place where youthful certainties are challenged? Or are the certainties of youth simply replaced by the dogmas of professors?

As we mature, we see things more clearly as they are, but early acquired certainties are ever hard to disregard.

I finished mounting the Dall Sheep Horn carving onto its newly completed base yesterday. Exhilarating!