Our harvests from the Open Space sessions...
A poem made from our check in circle
What is the edge of your heartbreak?
Walk the walk as we start to talk
we are stalking change in a way that rearranges who has a say
in the small moments that play
against our need to include
to collude with the mood
that makes me participate.
I need to ground and hear the sound
of complex music that sings through the solutions we’ve found
and how to get around the personal pressure
that holds me back
gives me a stable place at the table to face
the more beautiful world our heart’s know is possible.
I hold the heart in my hand
and fragmentation and isolation
keeps us from being human
from seeing the reflection of the true
in the diversity that surrounds us
the whole soul coming through
a brave expression of a world I crave
one of comfort in the midst of discomfort
empathy and sympathy and
the things that have to be
the cultures that reject
genocide and separateness
the grace that contains space
the courage that flourishes
when forgiveness is our road
and healing is the code
for the growth that comes in cracks
that attacks my certainty and changes me spontaneously.
Just to care for each other
reaching to the life that teaches us innovation
renovation of rage and the impulse to engage
in a strange way to connect oddity.
Shifts sift us
out of institutional toxicity
into the detoxified city
the roads that lead us home, into our mutual liberation
where I spend my time bound up in the liberation that is yours and mine
Never work alone
there is an urgent need to urgently see the emergent seeds
that invite contribution before solution
work the evolution of the values that help us play
in the sandboxes and with the clay that we can use
to mould a world out of ever present creativity
honest authenticity and the courageous complexity
that each of us is.
The parts in me are the parts that the system wants to see
and the parts that my self wants free
to tunnel beneath the very concept of me
the subway that threads through time
streams a current that is safe to power
the source from which community flowers
the energy of synergy
the power of inherency and indignity
Change and transformation
has never been new
the old comes through our ancient spaces
innovation literacy is contained in the languages of
humanity words that help us free our thinking
take us to a place where we drink results
as if they flow and grow from a resonating “I KNOW!”
We are here to quest
and cross the fucking distance
between hearts that crave to be a part of one another
the health that helps us come free together.
Today, the Hosting Team finally all met in person and we spent time together just being. We connected over food and conversation and finally stopped being with one another via skype.
In the afternoon, we met with all the apprentices who are helping to hold the space for the next 3 days of training.
The Art of Social Innovation came together and continues to be held by the glue that we can do more together than we can apart.
It is exciting that tomorrow we get to meet all the faces of people called to this training and invite everyone to step in for 3 days of intense learning.
I for one am excited to be able to be in this space learning and working with others who are doing heavy lifting, driven by collective impact and working in tension of balancing chaos and order.
My intention is to be a sponge.