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An angel at my table

There's a post perfect for weekend musing over at Conflict Zen.

For me, Tammy Lenski's piece it's about how everything - all the conflict we get in the middle of as mediators - is in the end about us; not us as mediators (it's never that) but us as individuals walking this planet, our kids, our communities, you know; US.

The post is about Carter and Begin at Camp David with Anwar Sadat in 1978 and about their own grandchildren and war. Those grandchildren will be parents themselves now I imagine.

Tammy says that "Year?s later, it was the memory of Carter?s story that prompted me to place the photo of a sweet little girl in the middle of the table while mediating a difficult child guardianship matter... It?s not about photos, of course. It?s about staring into the eyes of the future and reminding ourselves what really matters and what?s really on the table for resolution".

Which made me think again of the bitterly cold, grey day this winter when I sat around a table with the remnants of a family of a troubled teenager who had been taken too soon and in tragic circumstances. Also at the table were the people and organisations the family blamed for not protecting their lost and loving youngster like they should have.

No winners here.

And to remind us of that and the point Tammy makes by her post, there was an angel at my table and his ashes sat with us throughout our day.

I went home and hugged my kids but they just got annoyed.

Full post as published by mediator blah...blah... on October 10, 2008 (boomark / email).