Showing posts with label Quo Vadis. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Quo Vadis. Show all posts

Monday, April 9, 2012

Nate

As my past and present collided last weekend, I was reminded of some incredibly important people in my life and I'd like to tell you about one of them.

Nathan Eklund is an incredible teacher and although the formality and context in which people learn from him has changed, he has not lost the seamless way he instills understanding, inspiration, and affirmation in those around him. Nate was my high school English teacher but he has taught me so much more than English. Unless you've sat in his classroom, anxious and eager for the next sermon about existentialism or Emily Dickinson, it doesn't do him any justice to call him an ordinary teacher. We've all had plenty of ordinary teachers. Mr. Eklund, though, is extraordinary. His classroom was where my love affair with Henry David Thoreau and Edgar Lee Masters began. He also taught me about passion. But it wasn't in any textbook. It was through his actions every day when the morning class bell startled us all into focus. The passion and energy that filled our classroom when he began was the best kind of exhausting. He had a way of making even grammar lessons come to life. It was in his classroom where I was first introduced to the idea of vocation. I witnessed his testimony every day by the way he expressed his passions and shared his energy with us. I knew that someday, whatever I became, I wanted to match that passion and that enthusiasm. So, of course, I went to college to become a high school English teacher.  Four majors and six years later, I ended up with my Masters in Psychology and while I may not have a degree in English, I have been driven by the passion I learned in his classroom and am more than content with my life today.



Fast forward a few years and it's no misunderstanding why I was so giddy that Nathan, an Ole grad, showed up on my alumni-contact list for the 2012 Sophomore Retreat that I was leading. My worlds from my past and present don't often cross - somewhat intentionally - but this was an opportunity for one of my favorite people from my past to inspire the people of my present. I was jazzed. And what transpired on that Friday night at the retreat was nothing less than inspirational. The kind of inspirational that my students are continuing to process, now nearly two weeks later. It was such a honor to share Nate with my students and now they have a deeper understanding of why I am who I am today.


The evaluations asked the students if there was a particular speech that resonated with them and almost every single evaluation out of 85 said 'Nate Eklund', 'Ali's HS English teacher', or 'the cool soccer coach and guy in the band'.  I'm not surprised one bit.

I continue to hear a couple themes from Nate's speech buzzing around campus so I'd like to share them with all of you. Nate, I hope you don't mind. I know this is somewhat out of context...

1. It's not about what you do - it's about how you do it. 

Those who allowed the truth of this idea to settle in were impacted so deeply by it. As high achievers and goal-oriented, driven people, titles and recognition can become consuming. So consuming that we can often get so clouded by its smoke that we are unable to see the beauty in the work we are doing or the impact it is having.  But it truly isn't about the letters the come before or after our name or the titles we hold, it is about the way in which we do our work. Nate told us an awesome story about an extraordinary hotel shuttle driver who taught us that no job or title is too small or seemingly insignificant. We can have an impact on everyone we meet. What a powerful idea! If we strive to leave every human interaction better than we were at hello, imagine what a difference that would make.


2. We all have many different versions of ourselves. Choose the best version of yourself whenever you can. 

What a charge! This might be the single-most meaningful statement made all weekend. And considering the weekend we had, that says a lot.  This idea has been the theme of my thoughts over the last 10 days and to be completely honest, I haven't always been thrilled with my own reflection. I have come to realize that sometimes it takes a heavy amount of energy for me to be the best version of myself. There are many times I long to quietly go about my day, almost as if I were invisible. But in my extroverted field, I'm forced out of my comfortable shell quite often. It continues to be a challenge for me as I strive to find a balance between all the different versions of myself, but specifically the inner self that longs to remain unnoticed. But I've realized that to go unnoticed is to resign to status quo and when I choose status quo, I do not leave every interaction better because I avoid them instead.  What I love most about this concept, though, is that it is a reminder that each day we are presented with endless decisions about which self to choose. How we react when accidents happen or tragedies strike, what we say to and how we greet people, how we treat one another in routine moments, each interaction, we get to choose how we leave our mark on others. And my hope is that the more we choose the best version of ourselves, the more it will become routine, no longer making it easy to resign to our own versions of status quo.




I certainly didn't need this retreat to kindle my memory as to how much Nate has influenced my journey but I sure appreciate the striking reminder. It has reminded me how important it is to continue to thank people along the way. We are often a product of the people around us and it's important not to forget that. So, I'd like everyone to know how much I appreciate Nate's enduring example, inspiration, wisdom, guidance, reality-checks, passion and energy. One of my favorite passions in my life is my writing and he has been such a huge part of that. For so many reasons, thank you. 

Monday, April 2, 2012

Quo Vadis

I cannot put my mind and heart to rest. I am still whirling from this weekend's 2012 Sophomore Retreat.


I am elated beyond words. It was a weekend filled with stories and testimonies that inspire you to suck the marrow out of life in ways our daily routines sometimes force us to ignore. I truly can't describe the feeling that comes from the satisfaction of experiencing something beyond your greatest expectations. Especially after something you've poured your heart into with intentionality and thoughtfulness. As I process through the incredible weekend, I want to share some of the inspirations that were shared with us by all of the people who made the retreat immensely meaningful. 

Quo Vadis is Latin for the phrase 'where are you going?'. It is a retreat for sophomores to take a step away from campus to talk about vocation and to think about some of the big questions in life. Questions like...

What am I living for?
What do I really want to become?
How do I live a 'good life'?
Are my actions a reflection of my values?
How do I work towards something if I don't know where I'm heading?
How much is enough?
Am I lovable?
Why is suffering so pervasive?
What is society asking of me? What is my family asking or expecting of me?
What pressures do I put on myself? 
When do I feel most alive?
Will what I'm studying make a difference?
How am I complicit in patterns of injustice?
Is there a 'master plan'?
What constitutes meaningful work?
Does my job/career need to be meaningful to me?

These are only a few examples of the questions students posed this weekend. There was nothing light and fluffy about the 28-hours we spent together. It was intense. It was beautiful. The thoughtfulness filled the room just as smoke fills an enclosed room of flames. It became pervasive in the neatest way. And as the weekend went along, it became thicker and thicker, until it engulfed everyone in its beautiful fury. 

The weekend was broken down into sessions and organized by themes. We talked about preparing to journey, we posed the big questions facing us individually and collectively, we explored the meaning and depth of vocation, we discussed how to be the best version of ourselves by identifying our strengths, passions and choices, we debated the phenomenon of community and how we fit into this world both on a micro- and macro-level, we talked about the importance of meaningful relationships, shared the difficulties associated with decision-making, welcomed alumni and heard about their experiences post-St. Olaf, resigned to the idea that success is difficult to define, shared ideas about how to embrace adversity and unexpected events, and affirmed the fact that this vocational discovery is a journey. A journey that perhaps does not have a destination associated with it. All in 28-hours. It was incredible. 

After 28-hours of rich conversation, I find it nearly impossible to summarize in one entry. So I am not going to try. Instead, I am going to post a series of entries in the next two weeks or so, sharing some of the themes of the retreat and the incredible messages I took away from the weekend, many of which I am attempting to apply to my everyday life.  I think I'll start where we started the retreat on Friday night: big questions and the philosophy of vocation. 

One. Discovering and exercising our vocation is a journey.  A journey that doesn't always have a destination.  The 'destination' - or answers to the big questions about how to find joy and meaning in life - is actually embedded in the adventure itself.  So, we must resign to the strict pattern of searching for answers and find peace in the exploration. It is within the exploration that we will not begin to answer the questions, but we begin to live out the answers. We must let go of our focus on the outcome so that we can allow ourselves to be shaped by the process. Let us not be consumed by the plans we make for our lives that we are unable to appreciate each step of the journey. Yes! Fires me up. :)  

Just a few pictures from the weekend...
The welcome crew!
The BIG QUESTIONS our students were pondering. 




Singing UM YA YA with the alumns. :) 
Small Group pride!
What a great looking group of Oles. They rocked.