I’ve been facilitating groups for as long as I can remember, going back probably 20 years to high school when I ran both informal and organized youth groups with my peers. It has probably been about twelve or thirteen years ago that I started to actually pay attention to what I was doing. But only in the last five or six years, as I have been facilitating full time, have I noticed a deepening in my practice. Work as practice. And by practice I mean something akin to a spiritual practice, whereby one undertakes a life of value and meaning …
Kelowna, BC One little conversation with Seb, and suddenly every link in my aggregator is about the blog economy! Here’s one from Crooked Timber, but it doesn’t get to the bit about blogs AS currency
Kelowna, BC Had a great evening yesterday with Jeremy Hiebert here in Kelowna. Grabbed a couple of pints of Guiness, some supper and then took in a great hockey game between WHL rivals Kelowna and Seattle. Kelowna won in overtime. And of course, like all recent meetings with other bloggers we talked about all kinds of interesting things, including learning, education, community, story, work and family. Meeting J was just like getting together with every other old friend you hadn’t seen for a while, except that I had never met him before. One of the conversations we had is resonating …
A propos of my conversation with Seb last weekend on blogs as a new form of currency, comes this Economist article about the economics of sharing in the open source tech sector and beyond: Mr Benkler does not limit his analysis to computing and bandwidth, but tries to make a broader point in favour of sharing goods far beyond information technology. �Social sharing�, he asserts, represents �a third mode of organising economic production, alongside markets and the state.� However, with the exception of carpooling, he acknowledges he is hard-pressed to find instances where sustained sharing of valuable things is prevalent …
Kelowna, BC Joy in the present moment from the vernacular body: “Joy is not ‘perfect circumstances.’ If it were, joy would never come. This is joy: going to the woods, seeing flags play in the wind, contemplating the snow and the setting sun. This is joy: rising to the top of a hillock in an abandoned landscape, and being surprised by the sight of a red-haired jogger lying on her back making a snow angel. This: laughter splashing about in the dark.” Thanks to the cassandra pages for the link.