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April 13, 2004 By Uncategorized

Reading about Leon Fleischer in the New Yorker:

“There are so few notes,� the pianist Leon Fleisher said, �but so many implications.� The setting was a recent master class at Carnegie Hall. Fleisher, the master in question, was leading four young musicians through the mystical landscapes of the late sonatas of Schubert. He was speaking about the Andante movement of Schubert�s B-Flat-Major Sonata, but he might as well have been describing Bach�s �Well-Tempered Clavier,� or Brahms�s Intermezzos, or any other music in which a smattering of notes conveys a world of feeling. �There are so few notes, but the implications go back billions of years,� Fleisher went on. �You have to be like the Hubble Space Telescope, which sees stars as old as the universe. The stars are dead, but their light is reaching us just now.�

Open Space is like that. Facilitating in general is like that. With Open Space, there are so few rules, the ritual is so similar every time we open space, but the implications are infinite, the possibilities stretching back into the dimmest recesses of possibility. When we get it right, tapping every so gently on the field of process, the light explodes forth, invited into a warm space full of hope.

That becomes a memorable moment of transformation with a group. It doesn’t happen every time, but every gathering is pregnant at the outset with the potential. It’s marvelous when it happens – contrivance falls away, passion envelopes the people and something hard inside suddenly dissolves. Have you felt that flow? The billions of implications that unfold from a moment’s sounding of a simple invitation?