A lovely day of design with friends in Lindon Utah. \u00a0In most Art of Hosting type events, the substantive design work happens in the days just before the event, when the hosting team can finally be physically together, when we can read over the “getting to know you” answers from participants and when we can sink into a deeper space of good working relationship and creative planning. \u00a0We work until we get to a design that is good enough to hold the bones of what we are trying to do, and then we rest and let it sink in so that we can refine it further the next day. \u00a0Beautiful designs emerge this way, especially when we have deep practitioners on the team who understand the DNA of the process. \u00a0Often we are joined by friends and colleagues in the work who push us and inquire and help create from their perspectives. \u00a0Today was no different, and in the process Erin Gilmore, one of our design team colleagues referred to a Neruda poem today which captures for me the spirit of the design processes that often produce really sweet results.<\/p>\n
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POETRY<\/p>\n
And it was at that age…Poetry arrived
\nin search of me. I don’t know, I don’t know where
\nit came from, from winter or a river.
\nI don’t know how or when,
\nno, they were not voices, they were not
\nwords, nor silence,
\nbut from a street I was summoned,
\nfrom the branches of night,
\nabruptly from the others,
\namong violent fires
\nor returning alone,
\nthere I was without a face
\nand it touched me.<\/p>\nI did not know what to say, my mouth
\nhad no way
\nwith names
\nmy eyes were blind,
\nand something started in my soul,
\nfever or forgotten wings,
\nand I made my own way,
\ndeciphering
\nthat fire
\nand I wrote the first faint line,
\nfaint, without substance, pure
\nnonsense,
\npure wisdom
\nof someone who knows nothing,
\nand suddenly I saw
\nthe heavens
\nunfastened
\nand open,
\nplanets,
\npalpitating plantations,
\nshadow perforated,
\nriddled
\nwith arrows, fire and flowers,
\nthe winding night, the universe.<\/p>\nAnd I, infinitesimal being,
\ndrunk with the great starry
\nvoid,
\nlikeness, image of
\nmystery,
\nI felt myself a pure part
\nof the abyss,
\nI wheeled with the stars,
\nmy heart broke loose on the wind.<\/p>\n— Pablo Neruda<\/p><\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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