My uncles. My mentors. My interesting beliefs.

I can appreciate that people may not understand what drives my passion for Logosynthesis. For quite some time, I had a very rationale explanation. Despite reading lots of books and trying lots of techniques, I was unable to let go of my reactive behaviours. In fact, the busier I became, the harder it was to control. Logosynthesis was a unique technique and I was open to explore. I became highly intrigued and the more I learned, the more the work drew me in.

Then about a year ago, I found an old autograph book filled with quirky rhymes in interesting handwriting. And as I flipped through looking for one from a friend who had recently passed away, I noticed a beautiful note written by my uncle. I will share the note with the understanding that it may not have significance for everyone but for my family, I think it will ignite memories of a very inspirational man.

Last fall, as I attended a Logosynthesis seminar, it became apparent to me that I listened because this work reminded me of my two wonderful uncles who visited our family when I was a child. Heeroom Tinus and Heeroom Harrie. Father Martin Lammers and Father Joseph Lammers, from Tanzania and Belgium respectively,  inspired many people. It is hard to describe what specifically they did but anyone who knew them can appreciate their ability to spark interesting conversation to broaden thinking, anchored in a strong faith. Their warmth and patience created a space that made it safe for me to challenge my thoughts and my interesting beliefs. Although we did not see them often, they held an important mentoring role in our family.

So why do I share this? I believe we all benefit from having mentors in our lives, especially during our childhood, that inspire us to embrace our spirit and challenge our thinking. I also share to reinforce for myself what drives my passion. This is not about me having all the answers or fixing the world. It is about holding a perspective so as not to become overwhelmed and to appreciate a purpose in life, perhaps through following my uncle’s guidance to the little girl forty years ago, encouraging me to ‘write friendly letters to make others happy’.