A Map, from Micheal Herman’s Inviting Organization Having Michael Herman here on Bowen Island for a couple of months has been a treat. Usually we communicate by email and phone a lot, but yesterday we went down to The Snug, Bowen Island’s local coffee hangout, and my erstwhile boardroom where we discussed an evolution of the inviting organization. Seems like what we have been working on for the past little while, grounded as it has been in the model of the four quadrants as described first by Ken Wilber and later by Harrison Owen and then Michael gives us a …
Let’s try an experiment. Pick up a coin. Imagine that it represents the object which you are grasping. Hold it tightly, clutched in your fist and extend your arm, with the palm of your hand facing the ground. Now if you let go or relax your grip, you will lose what you are clinging onto. That’s why you hold on. But there’s another possibility. You can let go and yet keep hold of it. With your arm still outstretched, turn your hand over so that it faces the sky. Release your hand and the coin still rests on your open …
More homes destroyed last night in Kelowna. It seems this summer like the whole province is on fire. The Red Cross is looking for donations, so read this story and follow the links to give. Good luck to my friends in Kelowna and Naramata.
Folks have been asking, but I’m here to tell you that there is no news on the HaidaBucks Cafe situation. Last time we looked at this story, HaidaBucks had asked Starbucks to basically stop lying to its customers. I sent a note to Starbucks about that debacle, and haven’t heard anything back from them. Customer Relations suddenly disappears when your company starts lying to people. HaidaBucks wants an apology, which seems reasonable, and Starbucks has not been forthcoming with that. So the absolute latest on this situation is, in the words of one of the HaidaBucks guys, “Starbucks is still …
Why does it take me so long to stumble over websites like U B U W E B? In the ethnopoetics section lives some translations of Vietnamese folk poems, including this one: Leaving the Village Even when cross planks are nailed down, bamboo bridges are shaky, unsound. Hard going. Hard going, so push on home to tidal flats to catch crab, to the river for fish, to our sandy patch for melons.