Farewell Steve Jobs

Like many I feel a sense of loss at the passing of Steve Jobs.…

I feel some connection with him based on a commitment to a spiritual life and a joy in design. Not sure we would have got on that well if we had ever met – I think he would consider me a bit animated (or arty!) but who can tell.

Anyway two quotes of his which echo for me and which also lie at the heart of RedBubble.

“Almost everything—all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure—these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important. Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart.

In most people’s vocabularies, design means venee

Comic Con

Just done my voting for the best entry to Comic Con. Here

Really great entries folks, just brilliant.

And I will be in NYC for the event. Really looking forward to meeting our NY bubblers.

A Simple Prayer

“God make me into the person my dog thinks that I am.”

Care of Ekhart Tolle (who I am very fond of) and I think he is also quoting somebody.

Found here. Well worth a few minutes.

For Joyce

Last week Joyce died of Leukaemia. I had last visited her in the high care facility a few weeks ago. At that stage she was frail but engaged. Her world had become restricted and yet she found in it great kindness.

For her, taxi drivers were just “wonderful people”. For her, the person who served her tea was “simply lovely”. For her, the nurses “just couldn’t do enough”. She knew the name of the cleaners and wished them well. She would gently touch another patient as she passed and ask how they were going. Joyce had always been a bit like this, but towards the end she seemed to be disappearing into a cloud of wellbeing.

I miss RedBubble

Sometimes I spend ages looking at what we do from the point of view of spreadsheets, budgets, staffing issues, investors perspectives, inside airplanes. And it is arid and not very interesting. I just find myself missing RedBubble.

And then I get a few moments just to look around, not trying to do anything (fix anything, judge anything, solve anything) and it comes back to me. Just the wonder of seeing the works, reading the odd poem, checking out a journal.

I miss RedBubble until I come back, fresh, young and new again.

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