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Back to a simple teaching of chaos and order

March 4, 2015 By Chris Corrigan Art of Hosting, Complexity, Conversation, Leadership, Learning, Organization, Travel One Comment

Tenneson Woolf, Caitlin Frost and I are snuggled into the attic rooms at the Capitol Hill Mansion B&B in downtown Denver, listening to some jazz, eating some pasta and salad and finishing up a productive design day together.  We are preparing to teach the Art of Hosting to 60 leaders from the community at St. John’s in the Wilderness Cathedral in Denver.  St. John’s is a high Anglican Gothic Episcopalian cathedral in the heart of Denver.  We have been working with the cathedral community over the past couple of years to build the capacity among the 1700 members to be able to host and engage in conversations that matter.

As we’ve done this work, I’m struck at once by how simple it really is and how little space we make for it in our lives.  People are busy, rushed and worried about deadlines and results and as a collective society we tend to defer the slow and clear attention to the quality of how we are together.  Quality gets sacrificed at the alter of timely outcomes.

And of course this is no more ironic than in the myriad church communities we have been working with over the years, which, at their best, host a place to slow down and consider the nature of the relationship between peoples and to attend to the sacred quality of the spaces in between.

For me there is something in the richness of returning to the simplest way we know of to slow down and host good conversations.  This evening as I write by the fire, Caitlin and Tenneson are preparing a simple teaching of Circle practice.  Earlier we were thinking about the simplest way we know of to discuss the relationship of our traditional notions of chaos and order.

While I have been diving deep into the nuanced explorations of the Cynefin framework, it is becoming necessary to find ways to invite people easily into the mind shift that complexity requires.  In the Art of Hosting community we have, for a long time, been inspired by Dee Hock’s work on chaordic organization.  At the simplest level noticing the polarity of chaos and order, and noticing how our reactions to chaos and uncertainty often take us to high levels of control becomes an entry way into a different way to think about strategies for achieving goals in the complex domain.

So tomorrow, I’m looking forward to Tenneson’s leading on the chaordic path, a simple teaching worth returning to.

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Travelling on Christmas Day

December 26, 2014 By Chris Corrigan Bowen, Travel

Every Christmas Day, our nuclear family heads off Bowen Island to travel into Vancouver and celebrate with cousins and grandparents, feasting, gift giving, hanging out and catching up.  The weather is always different.  Some years the ferry ploughs through a fierce Squamish wind blowing down Howe Sound from the north and freezing salt spray covers the cars on the ferry deck.  Other years it is rainy and blowing from the southeast, as it was much of this month.  Once – only once in thirteen Christmases of doing this – did we have snow, and that was back in 2008 when the whole country experienced it’s first completely white Christmas in 37 years.  Alas, our little pocket of green on the west coast of BC is usually the reason why the whole country isn’t covered in snow.

This year, the weather was sunny and calm, about 8 degrees and the Queen Charlotte Channel between Bowen Island and Horseshoe Bay was like glass.  I stood at the front of the car deck on the soon to be overhauled Queen of Capilano and shot this little time lapse of the voyage, which normally takes under 20 minutes.  This is the first leg of every trip I do to anywhere in the world: across this gorgeous fjord.

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Long day’s journey into night

November 14, 2014 By Chris Corrigan Travel One Comment

Mount Ranier in the gloaming

Mount Ranier in the gloaming

 

It has been a long day of travel.  I left Asheville at 7:15am eastern, headed to Atlanta, spent three hours there and then was all set to leave when a woman on our flight got sick on medication and had to be taken off the plane.  That set us back an hour and half and I missed my connection from Salt Lake City to Vancouver.

Impressed though with Delta Airlines.  While we were in the air their “Irregular Operations Team” was hard at work getting everyone rebooked on different flights (and in some cases different carriers.)  the captain came back twice to reassure us that no one had Ebola and that all our connections would be taken care of.  In flight wifi meant that we could check our new itineraries en route.  When I arrived in Salt Lake, it was a simple matter to print out new boarding passes and I even caught a first class upgrade to Seattle.  Now I’m at SEA-TAC, sated with some salmon and a bitter northwest IPA at the tail end of my second three hour layover awaiting the final leg home to Vancouver.  Once I get there it will be a train downtown and a car2go out to Horseshoe Bay to meet the 1230 water taxi.  I should be home by 1am, which will mark 21 hours of travel today, about two hours longer than the last time I went to Australia.

I have managed to get through a third of Bruce Cockburn’s new memoir,  several saved up Instapaper articles, some Radiolab and Tapestry podcasts and some ideas for future inquiries about things.  So not a bad day.  Just a long one.  Four hours to go.

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Of the musics you have ever got…

September 10, 2013 By Chris Corrigan Music, Travel

Home now from Ireland, with this marvellous extract from Flann O Brien’s “At Swim-Two-Birds” that somehow captures my experience of living a week in Ballyvaughn listening to the rush of na Gaeilige spoken from the mouths of scholars and poets and activists and to the floating tunes on the air of the night as I walked home from O Loclainn’s pub with the taste of Green Spot on my lips and my skin kissed by the breeze off the sea.

 

Of the musics you have ever got, asked Conan, which have you found the sweetest ?

I will relate, said Finn. When the se

ven companies of my warriors are gathered together on the one plain and the truant cleancold loudvoiced wind goes through them, too sweet to me is that. Echoblow of a gobletbase against the tables of the palace, sweet to me is that. I like gullcries and the twittering together of fine cranes. I like the surfroar at Tralee, the songs of the three sons of Meadhra and the whistle of Mac Lughaidh. These also please me, manshouts at a parting, cuckoocall in May. 1 incline to like pig grunting in Magh Eithne, the bellowing of the stag of Ceara, the whinging of fauns in Derrynish. The low warble of waterowls in Loch Barra also, sweeter than life that. I am fond of wingbeating in dark belfries, cowcries in pregnancy, troutspurt in a laketop. Also the whining of small otters in nettlebeds at evening, the croaking of smalljays behind a wall, these are heartpleasing. I am friend to the pilibeen, the red necked chough, the parsnip landrail, the pilibeen mona, the bottletailed tit, the common marshcoot, the speckletoed guillemot, the pilibeen sleibhe, the Mohar gannet, the peregrine ploughgull, the long eared bushowl, the Wicklow smallfowl, the bevil beaked chough, the hooded tit, the pilibeen uisce, the common corby, the fishtailed mudpiper, the cruiskeen lawn, the carrion seacock, the green ridded parakeet, the brown bogmartin, the maritime wren, the dovetailed wheatcrake, the beaded daw, the Galway hillbantam and the pilibeen cathrach. A satisfying ululation is the contending of a river with the sea. Good to hear is the chirping of little red breasted men in bare winter and distant hounds giving tongue in the secrecy of fog. The lamenting of a wounded otter in a black hole, sweeter than harpstrings that. There is no torture so narrow as to be bound and beset in a dark cavern without food or music, without the bestowing of gold on bards. To be chained by night in a dark pit without company of chessmen-evil destiny! Soothing to my ear is the shout of a hidden blackbird, the squeal of a troubled mare, the complaining of wildhogs caught in snow.

Relate further for us, said Conan.

It is true that I will not, said Finn.

With that he rose to a full treehigh standing, the sable catguts which held his bogcloth drawers to the hems of his jacket of pleated fustian clanging together in melodious discourse. Too great was he for standing. The neck to him was as the bole of a great oak, knotted and seized together with musclehumps and carbuncles of tangled sinew, the better for good feasting and contending with the bards. The chest to him was wider than the poles of a good chariot, coming now out, now in, and pastured from chin to navel with meadows of black manhair and meated with layers of fine manmeat the better to hide his bones and fashion the semblance of his twin bubs. The arms to him were like the necks of beasts, ballswollen with their bunchedup brawnstrings and bloodveins, the better for harping and hunting and contending with the bards. Each thigh to him was to the thickness of a horse’s belly, narrowing to a greenveined calf to the thickness of a foal. Three fifties of fosterlings could engage with handball against the wideness of his backside, which was wide enough to halt the march of warriors through a mountainpass.

I am a bark for buffeting, said Finn, I am a hound for thornypaws. I am a doe for swiftness. I am a tree for windsiege. I am a windmill. I am a hole in a wall.

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Journeying to simplicity and reengagement

August 27, 2013 By Chris Corrigan Art of Hosting, Community, Travel 3 Comments

On a bus at the moment travelling from Tartu to Tallinn, through the Estonian countryside.  We pass by fields and forests that remind me deeply of the southern Ontario countryside I grew up, differing only in the occasional ruins of old Soviet collectivist farms and apartment blocks that housed their workers when this was part of the Soviet Union.

This is my second trip to Estonia and it is perhaps not my last one.  There is some much that is interesting about this country and my friends here, including a close connection to land and culture and a strong sense of both contemporary identity and traditional practices.  It somehow for me embodies the Art of Hosting.

This week we were running a Learning Village – a sort of training where we come together to work and co-create community for a week and share learning that deepens our practices of hosting and supporting authentic human being in community and organization, family and life.  We were at that Sänna Kulturmoise, an old German manor that was bought by a group of families who are running it as an intentional community and a place of learning and co-creation. We lived half our time in Open Space, half our time hosted in beautiful process with a local team led Piret Jeedas and Ivika Nögel and Robert Oetjen along with Dianna, Kritsi, Kristina, Helina, Paavo and other AoH practctioners.  James Ede, Luke Concannon, Anne Madsen and I represented the visiting contingent.

As beautiful as the Art of Hosting Learning Village was, for me the journey was also about exploring something deeper here in Estonia.  I have noticed in my practice lately that it is hard to sustain the kind of energy, interest and creativity that I have always tried to bring to my work.  I have been reflecting on this and why it is and what it all means.  So the Art of Hosting gave me a chance to work with new and old friends, and to host in a radically different context where I had to be sensitive to language and culture.  But it also took place in a part of the world that has something to teach me.

Travel of course, always does this…gets us out of our patterns and ruts.  I have had very little opportunity to reflect on my work this year, and so I have been treating this journey to Europe (which includes a leg in Turkey and one in Ireland as well) to be a time to discover something new.

Here in Estonia, it has felt like I have gone through several gates.  Arriving in Europe, arriving in Estonia, spending one night in the capital Tallinn, travelling to the rural and traditional south to work at Sänna, and then a journey with friends deep into the heart of Setomaa, the region of Estonia that is home to the Seto people, a small Finno-Ugric tribe that I have come to love. Our friend Piret has a piece of land she is working on in the village of Harma, very near to the summer home of our friend Margus, who works for the Seto Nation.  Eight of us packed down to Setomaa the other night to spend the night at Margus’s house, to practice sauna together, eat at a traditional Seto guest house, sing songs from our traditions, take part in local traditional social protocols of sharing a local moonshine called hanza which is used kind of as a talking piece by Seto hosts and to rest on the land.  Yesterday morning we woke up and went walking and harvesting in the forest, picking many mushrooms, blueberries and lingonberries, visiting Piret’s land, and a new local chapel called a  tsässons, which is a traditional worship place of Seto people.  It was a journey that seemed to go every deeper into an ancient landscape of human activity, human community, deep friendship and powerful connection.  We were hosted by the land and each other and we were blessed with a quality of time and space that seems rare.

Yesterday as we were leaving, across the fields behind Margus’ place, we witnessed what I think was the teaching that this container held.  James and I stood and looked across a field at two women, a man and a horse who were taking hay from a field by hand.  The women were cutting it and carrying it to the man who was pitching it into a horse drawn hay wagon.  It was an incredibly powerful scene of continuity and tradition and also sustainability, practicality, simplicity and clarity.  We remarked that perhaps if we could simply undertake to practice these kinds of ancient human practices with such clean volition, it would be our ideal.

I am leaving Estonia for Turkey this afternoon with the thought that this simplicity of practice is what will renew me.  We humans are in love with our brains, and in making things complicated and confusing.  Sometimes harvesting the hay is so simple that we can do it the way we have always done it.  I think much of our work in hosting is the same.  We may be facing novel situiations and mproblems in the world, but there is very little that is different about how we as humans can deal with them.  To practice the ancient arts of conversations, meaning making, connection and community in the service of meeting needs, and to do that simply is the lesson.

And in some small but not insignificant way, Esotina works the obvious into my tired spirit, and the close friendships and colleagueships I share here along with a land I somehow know in my bones have hosted a little insight around simplicity that may unfold more in Turkey or Ireland.

I’m staying tuned.

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