This is one of my go-tos when I’m on the road and its time for a quick lunch between commitments – it’s light yet filling.
Lately, it’s what I’m eating in my dreams.
When I shared this yesterday with a group of friends who know me well, they laughed tellingly.
“You are both a bit of a jester and a stockman who rides around with an eye for detail and putting out fires,” they suggested.
I reflected that, within my organisational life, I have generally been a bit of a boundary rider, seeking to open closed gates from within rather than without. This has often required some wit and wisdom.
I celebrate with a haiku:
Jesters Stockman’s pie
Sustaining kind change within
and welcome without
Wondering Pilgrim 