Day three at Shambhala and I’m humming. The artists staged what I heard was an incredible improvisational performance today that took the idea of being together in a field to a whole new level. I was in a conversation with some Art of Hosting mates at the time that was alos about fields and we were cracking open some deep learning about the ways in which we work together as friends, but the upshot was the same. At the faculty retreat last weekend I sat in with the artists and had a conversation that was about the kind …
Photo by Jaqian What a sweet time in my life this is. Still on the road for another couple of weeks, off to Nova Scotia to be with good friends in Yarmouth at the The Shire and then teaching at the Shambhala Institute. In the meantime, I’m taking a few days at home to celebrate my birthday tomorrow, pick berries and have some fun. Regular blogging will resume in a couple of weeks.
So my faithful reader(s)…on a small blog hiatus because frankly I’ve been busier than ever and somehow unable to write about it all. STarting tomorrow, for the next six weeks, I’m in New York, Kingston, Ont., Calgary, Campbell River and Halifax. I have about five days at home between now and the end of June. The good news is that my 30 day learning project has come to an end, with some really cool learning, which I’ll write about, and my garden is blooming nicely which means that the few days I’ve been at home have been spent …
On my way home now from Phoenix, from a gathering that was remarkable on many levels. It will continue to resonate for months and years to come. Truly, it was a lifetime kind of experience. One small note: in the shuttle on the way to the airport a few of us were talking about what will happen when the world truly starts to unshrink. When airline travel becomes prohibitive and fuel costs make transporting goods too expensive, the world will begin to unshrink, find its real size again. And in that moment, I had a strong image of the world …
A great quote from a fun article on knuckleballers: “Throwing a knuckleball for a strike is like throwing a butterfly with hiccups across the street into your neighbor’s mailbox” – Willie Stargill.