The National Coalition for Dialogue and Deliberation has a fantastic resources page which is worth checking out. There are dozens of pieces of material, links and book lists to support individuals and communities in engaging in the process of dialogue. I have added some of these to the Cool Websites section of the Open Space Wiki. Feel free to add more sites there.
As an addendum to the story below on the flooding in the Pemberton area, my friends at the In-SHUCK-ch have sharedtheir story of the historical flood that dispersed the Lillooet people in mythical time. No strangers to rain, eh?
I’ve cross posted this from my Bowen Island Journal blog. The major concern around these parts of the southwest coast of Canada has been record rainfalls over the last few days. We had sun yesterday but it has started raining again and we are under another heavy rainfall warning. The flooding is serious up in Pemberton and Squamish. Eight hundred people have been evacuated from their homes and two people have died. I used to work a lot up in Pemberton when I was involved in Treaty negotiations there in the late 1990s. I know the mayor and several leaders …
Seher interessant – und sehr simple by Mark-Steffan G�wecke Mark-Steffen G�wecke is a German photographer who has created a series of Polaroids that include and transcend one another. This is a really nice way to imagine Ken Wilber’s idea of evolution: Holons emerge holoarchically. That is, as a series of increasing whole/parts. Organisms contain cells but not vice-versa; cells contain molecules but not vice-versa; molecules contain atoms but not vice-versa. And it is not vice-versa, at each stage, that constitutes unavoidable asymmetry and nested hierarchy (holoarchy). Each deeper or higher holon embraces its junior predecessors and then adds its new …
Sometimes you just need to read some Yeats: The Stolen Child Where dips the rocky highland Of Sleuth Wood in the lake, There lies a leafy island Where flapping herons wake The drowsy water-rats; There we’ve hid our faery vats, Full of berries And of reddest stolen cherries. Come away, O human child! To the waters and the wild With a faery, hand in hand, For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand. Where the wave of moonlight glosses The dim grey sands with light, Far off by furthest Rosses We foot it all the night, Weaving …