The Cosmic Blueprint Anyone who has stood by a fast flowing stream cannot fail to have been struck by the endlessly shifting pattern of eddies and swirls. The turmoil of the torrent is revealed, on closer inspection, to be a maelstrom of organized activity as new fluid struct (tags: self-organization organization) Edge 206 The Art of Powerful Questions
Wise Democracy Victoria Wisdom Councils in Victoria, BC (tags: democracy dialogue) Servant of Chaos: Welcome to the Conversation Age An e-book in the making (tags: conversation) Mapping the Field: Arts-Based Community Development A fantastic article by Bill Cleveland (tags: arts community+development) Creekside: All in the family How BC’s public assets are being privatized by Enron (tags: business britishcolumbia enron privatisation) Links for Social entrepreneurs An extensive set of resources for the field (tags: social entrepreneur) The First Nations of the North West Coast- Coast Salish Connections to the environment, involvement in conservation The Northwest Coast is recognized as a land …
My friend Kathy Jourdain out in Halifax recently published a nice set of thoughts on inclusion prompted by an experience she had at a leadership network meeting: …we need to stop patting ourselves on the back about how inclusive we think we are being and begin to look at our own assumptions and beliefs and look into where the tension resides within each of us around this topic. When asked, how will we know we are being inclusive there were quite a range of responses. To me, it’s becoming very simple. We will know we are better at …
Friends Juanita Brown, Tom Atlee, Peggy Holman and others have started a new blog called Conversation as a co-evolutionary force which is looking at the underlying patterns of conversation as a pathway to conscious evolution. It’s worth a look and will be well worth a read.
The Wayfarers by Rupert Brooke Is it the hour? We leave this resting-place Made fair by one another for a while. Now, for a god-speed, one last mad embrace; The long road then, unlit by your faint smile. Ah! the long road! and you so far away! Oh, I’ll remember! but . . . each crawling day Will pale a little your scarlet lips, each mile Dull the dear pain of your remembered face. . . . Do you think there’s a far border town, somewhere, The desert’s edge, last of the lands we know, Some gaunt eventual limit of …