Year after year, I've been plagued by beetles that feed insatiably on my potato field. Not this season. Rather than clear cut, I left patches of grass grow among the seedlings. The grass soon morphed into a muti-colored interlacing of foxgloves ‹ alluring, seductive and quite poisonous. To my delight, the foxgloves drove the beetles away.

I hadn't attempted to relocate the foxgloves into my enterprise. (If I had, they surely would have been uncooperative and died.) I hadn't poisoned the garden with pesticides. Instead, I let nature patch in its own corrective code.

What's the business metaphor? Give every member of your organization space. Let it all happen. Then take note. From the Beatles to the beetles: there will be an answer; let it be.