Back from Chicago and about to head north for a bit to rest and read and play with the kids.
Talk amongst yourselves for a moment.
I am fond of blogging about the teachings I receive from Elders and the wise people in my life. Putting them here in this space gives them a kind of public life and memory that they wouldn’t otherwise have.
Over this weekend at the giving conference I was privileged to meet Debbie Gleason. Debbie brought something absolutely essential to the my experience of the conference. She talked about love. Pure love, the love that connects a mother to a daughter in a myriad of unspoken and intuitive ways, that constructs a language of shared understanding. In the midst of all the talk about projects, ideas and politics, Debbie reminded me constantly about that which moves true gifts through a community: that they be given and received with love.
Debbie also had me rolling on the floor with an invocation of the above cartoon of Hipshot Percussion riding out into the desert, past the crowded churches to say his own hello to “The Boss.” Like Hipshot, she lives outside of convention, but connects with the divine anyway!
Debbie calls herself a “Foolosopher Queen” and I’d invite you to cruise over to her small but entrancing hand rolled blog to continue reading the story of a life that begins:
I am a foolosopher queen. I detest fools yet I’m the queen of the most foolish. I am educated yet I am also naive. Perhaps I should reread Erasmus’s In Praise of Folly. It’s been many years since I’ve cracked it open. I do remember the nod to Thomas More and how the title in the original Latin (not Erasmus’s native Dutch), was a pun on More’s name. There’s something to be said about appearing foolish. If you are foolish, then you don’t have to explain yourself. You’re not expected to know much because, well, you’re a fool. You can stealthily tweak people that way. They don’t expect to be tweaked by someone so inept. But that’s the deceipt. A truly good fool is one who is very aware and capable of being insightful. I know that not only am I not taken seriously, but that I’m invisible to most. That means I can gad about unnoticed and observe some real foolishness without being detected. I am wise enough to know when to speak and when to save my energy. Wise enough, yes, but I don’t always follow my own wise advice and desist. Sometimes speaking out is called for, but sometimes saving one’s breath is the better part of valor. And necessary for one’s own sanity, besides.
All I can say is thank god I figured out that there was a lot going on behind the veneer. In there is a woman who teaches in the truest tradition of the Elder: from her own experience and truth and the wisdom of a life lived as a poem.
Talking with Phil Cubeta and AKMA this morning about enforcing the moral claims that support the resources that support local action.
The dark side of community organizing, decentralization and local action is that those who are aggregating resources are hoping that this trend continues, in order to keep energy focused at the local level and money flowing to the centre. Releasing these resources to support meaningful change, including stuff like building infrastructure in First nations communities.
In First Nations, there are actually a number of tools that help to express power and enforce claims. Access to litigation, treaty negotiation, self-government and other tools give First Nations communities leverage, but what remains unenforced is the moral claim. This is a deliberate bait and switch. It is easier to implement a political and legal claim because the tools are there. Enforcing the moral claim is more difficult. It relies on inspiring hearts across the divisions that cleave apart Canadian society.
The tool to enforce the moral obligation, to redefine of “right,” is poetry.
See also, Ernesto Cardenal, Martin Luther King, Vaclav Havel and others who wrote or spoke their truth in a way so compelling that it transcended the carefully constructed segmentation of societies.
Giving conference is happening, and we have just finished the first sessions. I attended a session offered by RuthAnn Prange who was floating the idea of convening a conference of facilitators who work for the common good.. The idea came out of her work with the Listening to the City project in New York in 2002.
Basically Ruthann’s idea is top convene a conference of facilitators who work for the common good, whether that is within business organizations, communities or elsewhere. It seems as if there is a community evolving of facilitators who do this and a gathering of some kind, perhaps evolving into a network would be a way of sharing skills, experiences, tools and honing purpose.
One metaphor we were talking about was one that came to me from astronomy. When looking through small scopes at a faint nebula, tapping the scope slightly will often resolve the structure of the body. There were a number of great conributions that went into a tentative inivtation which RuthAnn will share out with us at some point, leading towards a conference. If that interests you, or you have any ideas for her, leave a comment here or on the conference wiki page.
Chicago on the Skeena, photoshopped by GlobalChicagoAgitPropEnterprises Ltd.
Light blogging ahead. Over the mountains and off to Chicago for the Giving Conference to join folks like Michael Herman, Ashley Cooper, Jon Husband, The Happy Tutor, AKMA, Tom Munnecke, Lenore Ealy and others for three days of very interesting conversation.
If you aren’t joining us live (and why not? eh? eh?) then follow all the action on the conference wiki, or through Phil Cubeta’s postings at the GiftHub blog.
See you out there!