A propos of my post on facilitation and authenticity, I am becoming more keenly aware of the ways in which artists have been describing the process of “hosting.” Today, my pal Andy Boprrows posts a set of poems that speak to me, including this one by Wendell Berry: The Real WorkIt may be that when we no longer know what to do we have come to our real work, and that when we no longer know which way to go we have come to our real journey. The mind that is not baffled is not employed. The impeded stream is …
Skypable? Is that a word? At any rate, I’ve finally got with the times and signed on to Skype. So feel free to find me and get in touch.
I’ve been facilitating groups for as long as I can remember, going back probably 20 years to high school when I ran both informal and organized youth groups with my peers. It has probably been about twelve or thirteen years ago that I started to actually pay attention to what I was doing. But only in the last five or six years, as I have been facilitating full time, have I noticed a deepening in my practice. Work as practice. And by practice I mean something akin to a spiritual practice, whereby one undertakes a life of value and meaning …
Kelowna, BC One little conversation with Seb, and suddenly every link in my aggregator is about the blog economy! Here’s one from Crooked Timber, but it doesn’t get to the bit about blogs AS currency
Kelowna, BC Had a great evening yesterday with Jeremy Hiebert here in Kelowna. Grabbed a couple of pints of Guiness, some supper and then took in a great hockey game between WHL rivals Kelowna and Seattle. Kelowna won in overtime. And of course, like all recent meetings with other bloggers we talked about all kinds of interesting things, including learning, education, community, story, work and family. Meeting J was just like getting together with every other old friend you hadn’t seen for a while, except that I had never met him before. One of the conversations we had is resonating …