The cloud lingers and only the call of ravens rattles through the trees. Thirsty earth has drunk deeply of the rain. Stewards celebrate. # From a hotel parking lot near the Toronto airport there is no chance for the Perseids. # Sitting in the cool shade of an Ontario walnut forest. Blue jays and goldfinches. The soundtrack of my childhood summers. #
Clouds moved and a few thunderclaps sounded last night. No rain and the cooler air smells of dust. # The swainsons thrushes have stopped their evening chorus. The year makes a subtle turn. # Citrine sun hanging in a smoky sky. Distant fires mute the sharp colours of clarity. # Please consider joining us on beautiful Bowen Island, BC, Canada for an Art of Hosting retreat October 3-6, 2010. Info: http://bit.ly/dd7VQo # Updated my facilitation resources page: http://bit.ly/1BF6WH # Awoke to thunder in the Sound and a pale rose dawn. Warriors of the heart arise! # A cold front moved …
The world is in a still meditation this morning. The only movement is the nervous thought of woodpeckers drumming clarity on the firs. # It's very hard to sleep out on the deck with the moon doing its bright shiny thing. (small quibbles with the beauty of night!) # RT @tjbuffoonery: "I have a friend who can't get back on his facebook page… for over a week…any advice?" Yeah congratulate him, says I! # It is still still. # One day is another day. The sky remains cloudless. # Spurs looking paralysed by Villareal's possession game. Hutton… ack! #coys # …
Like Johnnie Moore I don’t generally set ground rules when I facilitate a meeting. For most meetings, it’s demeaning and it tends to enforce the authority of the facilitator to act as a judge rather than as a host for the conversation. The odd time there are meetings in which the tension is explosive and if necessary I do this simple exercise with a group: 1. Invite each person to reflect on these two questions: How do you want to be spoken to by others in this meeting? How do you want others to listen to you in this meeting? …
Music flows through me; never true to say I play it. It plays me. # Awoke with the taste of saltwater on my lips. Yesterday's ocean was a long cool embrace in the fluid of our origin. # What makes the air so empty that raven calls echo for miles? How do I become like that? # Smell of sweetgrass on the air this morning. # A Stellers Jay calling 6 feet from your face makes an excellent alarm clock. GOOD MORNING! # What a lovely moon. I'm looking at it through the back of a northwest wind that sent …