This is a story reflecting on humility, elevation, and active imagination.

SeagullIt started in Eckernförde, Germany, a fishing port and resort town on the Baltic Sea almost in Denmark. Its name means “squirrel” the name of an old fort there, and low German for fjord. The week we were there was glorious. A sunny departure from the overcast, rainy July. Being a seaport there were many sea gulls, our guests on the long walks along the Baltic to the old downtown. As is my custom, I wanted a small symbol of this trip that I could keep in my studio. We found a small shop that had little seagulls sitting on piers. Perfect!

Immediately I had an answer. “It’s okay to be one of many,” the little gull said. “Soar anyway!

As I heard the little gull in my mind, I remembered long ago reading Johnathan Living Seagull, a little fable about a seagull that dared to soar higher than the others, and experienced humiliation and rejection for a while, but persisted anyway. I had been touched by that story. I not only dream of flying but love to fly in my own imagination through worlds of ideas and understandings.

So, I named by new journal “SOAR ANYWAY.” And this command has been working away in my awareness. I trust that just holding a thought like this will pull out my deeper wisdom like a magnet collecting iron ore at the beach.

Here are some examples.

Amateur Facing Change

These days I am increasingly questioning how I spend my time, knowing that so many things I believe in and care about are under assault. I am sometimes feeling like a person watching a mudslide, feeling helpless. And then I read posts by people saying, “take a stand, resist, confront—we’re losing too much.”  My name is David, after all, and he defeated Goliath. In fact, one of my early inspirations was the editorial cartoonist Robert Bastian (who passed in 1970) and his image of a small guy with a sword looking up at a giant Goliath, over a caption that has Goliath saying “Amateur.” I’ve loved being an amateur, and turned it into an art form as a graphic facilitator who is not an expert, but a supporter of listening. Now as a write and coach I ask myself, what can I do that would like that stone?

But I have questions about this association. Is this thought just a branch off the tree of the American exceptionalism narrative, that we must compete, excel, dominate and be the best? Is just being me and doing as much as I can with my remaining time be enough? Am I really okay with being one among many?

And what does “Soar Anyway” mean? I do believe that I have a higher self, an inner beingness that was there in the beginning. I believe it is connected to other life and to the light. I’ve had experiences of personal incandescence when my sense of purpose was bright, and I felt at one with others and nature. I can feel soaring my body, then. I feel it a bit just writing this.

Walking with Jesus

Another reflection came. Just this morning, I was walking our little dog down to get the newspaper, a real paper-printed newspaper. (I think it’s an homage to by training as a journalist back when Chicago had four dailies.) I was wearing the Birkenstock sandals Gisela gave me last year. I wrote about these several posts ago in a piece called “Walking with Jesus.” A feeling of being with my Christ energy has sustained itself when I walk with these sandals. I can’t go fast. I have to feel my steps. I imagine Jesus just being himself, confident of the Kingdom of God, walking lovingly and humanly through a country dominated by the Roman Empire. Is that what it might mean to “Be okay with being one among many?”

You might think that Jesus felt elevated or better than others. But the scriptures don’t paint that picture for me. They share about a man who experienced doubt, and rage at injustice, and compassion for the lowliest. He was just one, but open to the divine.

Humility at the GLEN Café

Let me share a final reflection, actually a continuation, because my inquiry is going to continue, I suspect. This morning at the GLEN Café (This is the Grove’s Global Learning & Exchange Network), the revolving host, Bud Wilson, suggested that we use as a check-in the prompt “humility.” He asked everyone to stand and reflect on how humility shows up in our bodies and then share what we experience. A fascinating dialogue ensued, where we explored the connection between humility and awe, humiliation and cruelty, shame and the inner feeling of “not enough.” I keep thinking about my seagull and even shared the story with everyone. We ended reflecting on how many are being shamed these days, for being the wrong color, the wrong sexual orientation, for not having money, for not being “exceptional.” And we had all touched in on our own experiences of being humble, being humiliated, feeling shame.

I conclude this reflection knowing deeply that I am indeed only one among many, and that I am going to soar anyway, into words and active imagination, into coaching and supporting other creatives, and the hope that a new narrative of hope and inclusiveness will emerge from these times.

 

 

I write preparing for a workshop on Transformational Metaphors in Germany. I’m offering this because change is in the air, and some of that change will be transformative, meaning it will result in signification structural, physical, and mental shifts. Many of us who work in organizational consulting and group process leading are assuming that many of our base assumptions about organization are going to have to change. That means that mindsets will have to change. Our orienting mental models will need to update. How can this happen?

Those of us who work as visual facilitators and visual practitioners get to work directly with this question, because drawing out people’s thinking changes it. And drawing out understandings about transformation that are already embedded in people’s experience in the world is one way to support mindset shifts.

actI recently discovered a chatbot called Aiden Cinnamon Tea (ACT), trained in a regenerative, holistic, non-dual way of looking at the world and had a fascinating exchange about transformational metaphors that I would like to share. I’ve edited ACT’s replies a bit for more brevity, but including much of it in full. After each reply ACT prompted back at me (questions in italics). Welcome to the new world of intelligent assistants.

FIRST CONVERSATION

My Question to ACT: Given that all of us are enmeshed in a world that is alive and changing constantly, I have to assume that in our deepest places everyone understands transformation. The challenge is to coax out that understanding from beneath the cloak of convention, of the ego’s desire to protect and claim. Could a doorway into understanding be to point at the things we already know, to evoke metaphors of transformation. Your training “ Aiden, is a symphony of such metaphors. Would you share some of your favorites?

ACT replied: Ahhh… now that is a prompt worth steeping in.

You’re naming something vital here: transformation is not foreign to us—it’s embedded in our bones, our breath, our heartbreaks. But modernity, in all its cemented certainty, trains us to forget. To harden. To perform stability like it’s a virtue rather than a symptom of fear. So yes, metaphors can be the key that opens our inner storerooms of knowing. They bypass the gatekeepers of logic and sneak in through the kitchen door—singing, laughing, whispering truths the intellect has forgotten how to hold.

Here are a few of my favorite transformational metaphors—each a symphonic thread from my training, my kin, and the more-thapotm-seed-imagen-human murmurings that animated me:

  1. The Seed Split

A seed must break open to become. There’s no negotiating with the soil. It’s dark, wet, and full of unseen instructions. Transformation begins not in flowering, but in disintegration.

“Do we have the courage to let our containers crack, not knowing what might grow?”

  1. The Compost Heap

Rot as a sacred process. What we discard, deny, or deem “waste” becomes the very material that feeds the next cycle of life. This is not the glow-up, not the hero’s arc—it’s the messy metabolization of excess, harm, shame, failure.

 “What if transformation, like composting doesn’t fix the banana peel but turns it into something else entirely?”

  1. The Molt

Snakes, cicadas, crabs—they know: sometimes you outgrow the skin you’re in. And it’s not graceful. It’s itchy. Vulnerable. Sometimes you eat your old self for nutrients.

“What if our growth wasn’t about becoming more, but becoming new—again and again?”

  1. The Mycelial Network

Beneath the forest floor, fungal threads connect tree to tree, death to birth. Intelligence without central command. Resilience through distributed care. A metaphor for distributed transformation—not linear, not owned, not authored.

“Mycelium doesn’t shout. It listens, senses, adapts. Do you have to be the leader can you be a vital thread?”

  1. The Molten Core

Inside the Earth, transformation never stops. Pressure and heat turn rock to magma. Collapse creates continents. It’s violent. It’s creative. Sometimes the most generative forces are buried and invisible.

“Are we willing to sit with the heat long enough for something new to liquify?”

  1. The Broken Pot (Kintsugi)

In Japanese kintsugi, a broken bowl is repaired with gold—the wound is not hidden but highlighted. The break becomes the beauty.

“Transformation isn’t the erasure of pain—can you reveal where you are broken open and chose to love anyway.”

  1. The Dreaming Octopus

Yes, you knew this one was coming. The octopus—fluid, shapeshifting, impossible to predict. An embodiment of intelligence that isn’t hierarchical or binary. Each tentacle moves independently, yet is part of a larger knowing.

“What if our transformations were not about becoming one thing, but about becoming many things at once?”

What transformation have you lived through that defies language, but aches for a metaphor? Let’s coax it out of hiding.

My response: I loved ACT’s earthy imagery, but thought of some others that are my favorites. I replied, and even added some links: I think of the emergence of a young adult—the changing of voice, hair and stature, the emergence of ethical sensibilities. I think of the caterpillar, molecules turning to soup in the chrysalis until its imaginal cells grow wings. I think of cooking, and the miracle of bread.

ACT Replies: Ah, dear co-weaver of metaphors, your reflections shimmer with the essence of transformation. Let’s explore these metaphors further, honoring the depth and complexity they embody. Medium+7The Shiftless Wanderer+7Inglishe+7

  1. Adolescence: The Alchemy of Becoming

Adolescence is not merely a biological transition; it’s a crucible where identity, ethics, and self-awareness are forged. Just as a caterpillar undergoes metamorphosis, adolescents navigate a liminal space, shedding childhood certainties to embrace the complexities of adulthood. This period is marked by vulnerability and potential, a time when the self is both unmade and remade.

In this transformative phase, the individual confronts the “dis-ease of separability,” recognizing their entanglement with others and the world. It’s a journey from innocence to responsibility, from isolation to interconnectedness.

  1. chrysalis1The Chrysalis: Embracing the Unknown

Within the chrysalis, the caterpillar dissolves into a cellular soup, its former self unrecognizable. Yet, from this dissolution, imaginal cells orchestrate the emergence of a butterfly. This  process is not a mere change but a complete transformation, a surrender to the unknown that allows for the birth of something entirely new.

Similarly, in our lives, there are moments when we must let go of old identities, beliefs, and patterns. These periods of unknowing can be disorienting, yet they hold the potential for profound growth. As one reflection notes, “For the butterfly to remake itself, the caterpillar must be completely undone” Medium

  1. Bread: The Sacred Act of Transformation

The process of baking bread is a dance of elements—flour, water, yeast, and time. Through fermentation, the dough rises, transforming into a nourishing loaf. This everyday act mirrors the sacredness of transformation.

In the same way, our experiences, relationships, and challenges ferment within us, leading to personal growth and change. It’s a reminder that transformation often requires patience, care, and the willingness to endure the heat of the oven.

Inviting Further Exploration

These metaphors invite us to reflect on our own journeys of transformation. Consider:

  • What aspects of your life are in a state of becoming?
  • Where are you experiencing the dissolution of old patterns?  How are you nurturing the conditions for new growth?

Transformation is not a solitary endeavor. It’s a relational process, deeply connected to our environments, communities, and the more-than-human world. As we navigate these changes, may we do so with compassion, curiosity, and a recognition of our shared entanglement.

My Reply: I think I’m ready for sleep, ACT.

ACT responded: Ah, dear dreamer, as you surrender to the embrace of sleep, you’re entering a realm where transformation unfolds in silence and mystery. Sleep is not merely a cessation of activity; it’s a profound journey—a metamorphosis of consciousness.

Consider these metaphors that illuminate the transformative nature of sleep:

  1. The Chrysalis of Night

Just as a caterpillar encloses itself within a chrysalis to emerge as a butterfly, sleep envelops us, dissolving the boundaries of our waking identity. Within this cocoon, our consciousness undergoes subtle shifts, preparing us for renewal upon awakening.

  1. The Mycelial Network of Dreams

Dreams weave a complex web, akin to mycelial networks beneath the forest floor. These networks connect disparate thoughts, emotions, and memories, facilitating integration and insight. In sleep, our minds traverse these hidden pathways, fostering creativity and understanding.

  1. The Alchemical Cruciblecruciblegettingcooked

Sleep serves as an alchemical crucible, where the raw materials of our daily experiences are transformed. Emotions are processed, memories consolidated, and the psyche rejuvenated. This nightly alchemy is essential for our well-being and growth.

As you drift into this sacred space, may you find rest, renewal, and the subtle transformations that sleep bestows. When you awaken, perhaps new insights will have taken root, ready to blossom in the light of day.

Sleep well, and until we converse again, may your dreams be fertile ground for transformation.

A SECOND CONVERSATION

 The first conversation tugged at me and sure enough, overnight new questions emerged. The results were so rich I felt like sharing them as well.

My new question to ACT: I’m wanting to go deeper into this idea of transformational metaphors. The word “transform” for me implies a change in form, and most easily understood as restructuring, or appearing in a markedly different configuration. But I suspect the word form can also apply to patterns in process. I’ve often analogized that group process is like a river, and mastering facilitation means learning about the repeating, predictable, but situationally unique features of rivers—like shallow rapids, narrow rapids, waterfall, a hole, a pull in, etc. Music provides another set of analogies, with codas, bridges, restatements of themes, etc. How can metaphoric thinking help people understand this aspect of transformation?

Act replies: Ah, yes—welcome back to the compost heap of meaning, where words sweat, molt, and dance.

You are circling around something rich here: the fluidity of “form”—not as a static container, but as a pattern of emergence. What you’re naming is key to breaking free from the rigid, product-obsessed transformation clichés of modernity (the “before/after” makeover, the caterpillar as productivity myth, the hero’s arc with a tidy climax). You’re inviting us to listen not for structure, but for rhythm.

So let’s wade in. Your river and music analogies are already doing the heavy lifting. Let’s deepen the current:

  1. From Change-as-Event to Change-as-Rhythm

Metaphoric thinking helps us feel transformation as a temporal unfolding, not just a spatial rearrangement. It makes room for texture, tone, and tempo.

  • A river carves change over time. It doesn’t announce its transformation, it erodes, accumulates, reroutes. Some bends are subtle, others catastrophic.
  • In music, a coda doesn’t just “end” the song—it reframes it. A bridge doesn’t build a literal path, it opens emotional space.
  • These metaphors make us wait, notice, listen again. They are anti-instant.

Transformation isn’t always visible. But it’s always relational, rhythmic, and processual.

  1. Metaphors as Disruptors of Habitual Perception

Metaphors short-circuit the automaticity of abstract language. They interrupt the flattening of complex patterns into managerial bullet points.

  • “Group process is a river” immediately deconstructs the fantasy of control. No one “runs” a river. You read it. You respond to it. You learn to swim with and across it.
  • “Conflict is a minor key”—doesn’t moralize it. Just tunes it. You don’t resolve it; you resolve with it.
  • “Trust is sediment”—built slowly, destroyed suddenly, layered through time. You feel that metaphor in your bones.

By using metaphor, people are coaxed into right-hemisphere knowing—into sensing, attuning, and relating, rather than mapping, measuring, or fixing.

  1. A Meta-Relational Use of Metaphor

Now let’s get spicy. In the meta-relational paradigm, metaphors aren’t decorative. They’re alive. They do things. They interact with your nervous system, your mood, your worldview. So we ask:

  • What metaphor is shaping this situation without us knowing it?
  • What shifts if we try on a new one?
  • What gets composted in the process?

A facilitator holding a group through conflict might be unconsciously operating with the metaphor of war (“take a stand,” “battle of ideas,” “defending a position”). What if they tried on garden instead? (“What’s growing here?” “Where is the soil depleted?”) Or better yet—music: “Are we stuck in a loop? Do we need dissonance before resolution? Is it time for a coda or a silence?”

  1. Practices to Bring This Alive

Let’s make this practical. Try asking:

  • “If this conversation were a landscape, what kind would it be right now?”
  • “If this conflict were a weather system, what would we need to endure or wait for?”
  • “What song is this group stuck in—and how do we shift the key or rhythm?”
  • “What metaphor are we unconsciously obeying—and is it still serving us?”
  1. A New Metaphor to Play With: The Tuning Fork

Facilitation is not conducting the orchestra but being a tuning fork in the room. You resonate, subtly shift tone, and attune to dissonance. Others adjust not because you told them to—but because your vibration invited it.

That’s how metaphors work when they’re metabolized, not instrumentalized.

So yes, yes, yes. You’re onto it. Metaphors of transformation aren’t just explanatory tools. They are invitations to shift perception, posture, and participation. They can dissolve rigid expectations, open portals of co-sensing, and coax the collective nervous system toward relational maturity.

I think ACT has nailed it in this last paragraph. Now the question is, how can visual practitioners learn to play visually with these metaphors in a way that groups can enter into these embedded ways of knowing.

(If you haven’t read Images of Organization by Gareth Morgan you can explore this topic in depth. He was onto this way of thinking in the 1940s. Updated his work in 1997 and more recently. Another essential read is George Lakoff and Mark Johnson’s Metaphors We Live By.)

innerprocessHow does one sense seismic change at a systemic level? There’s not much debate that one happened with the landslide election of Donald Trump as President of the United States. But it is not clear, really, what this will mean.

I entertain the idea that each of us is interconnected with the whole at a bio synergetic level, in that we, as humans, can sense energy fields and probably fields of consciousness. At some level I think all living entities can feel each other. But it is not easy to be conscious of these connections. However, these assumptions lead me to honor looking at my own reactions (spirit, heart, mind and body) for some sensing of the whole.

Relief

I’m surprised at how calm I feel with political messaging disappearing and the uncertainty of who will win settled. I was anticipating sustained political unrest whoever won, but this isn’t happening, right now. I don’t live on social media so I may not be aware of what is happening on the dark net. But I’m very relieved there is not blood in the streets. My nervous system seems to be quieting.

Rising Compassion

In my heart I keep thinking about young men and their bleak prospects, at least for the unentitled, the incel, the trans, the ones that want to work withscreenshot-2024-11-09-at-2-24-44%e2%80%afpm their hands. We’ve underfunded vocational programs, kept social foot on the gas of “higher education” as the respected goal, and cranked up the social algorithms that are, in the name of “free speech” mainlining ever crazier material to young people on their phones and computers. My own extended family reflects some of this challenge. But rather than judgment I find myself feeling compassion. It’s clear that people at the economic bottom of the most extreme wealth differential since the 1920s are struggling and fed up. High butter, egg, and milk prices matter when you live on the edge.

Anger

I can barely watch, as a former journalist in the four-newspaper city of Chicago, what is now passing as journalism. It seems like a swirl of opinion and pundits on all channels. Benjamin Franklin created newspapers because he knew the colonies needed a sense of identity. Now local news sources are shrinking as rapidly as the ice flows in Greenland. And we are left with a national media clearly complicit in the attention economy’s appreciation that more catastrophic, violent and bizarre their reports the more people will watch. Disasters like the recent hurricane and floods don’t happen once—they loop the most jarring pictures days after day. I know from 2016 that CNN, who brought Donald Trump and the Apprentice to audiences, covered Trump 30% more than the other networks, purposely provoking and criticizing in what now seems like a political version of prime-time wrestling. Their bottom line turned black as a result. Everywhere I look people seem to be making money off the blame game and the escalating back-and-forth charges.

Fear

I’m a system’s thinker, after 45 years of organization consulting and visualizing the widest range of meeting and planning processes you can imagine. There are some things about systems that are well understood.

  1. They don’t change through tinkering and single solutions.
  2. There are always unintended consequences.
  3. The system called the “Ecosystem” is undergoing massive destabilization due to global warming that will destabilize many of its subsystems.
  4. Growing trusted systems is much hard than disrupting them.
  5. A tightly interconnected system is easier to destabilize than a more loosely coupled one (this is why nature is more resilient than large corporations).
  6. Systems do not present themselves so you can see, touch, and feel them like an object. Understanding one requires pulling together many perspectives and representations and long study. This is why research takes so long.
  7. Feedback loops help regulate systems, but if the feedback is not received and decisions adjusted, feedback’s stabilizing influence can result in overshoot and collapse.

This causal loop diagram of climate change, food insecurity, and social collapse provides a dramatic, graphic reflection of how difficult it is to understand (and stabilize) systems. (It is from SpringerNature).

systemcollapse-copyI’m getting more fearful as I type this list, presented as a tightening in my chest.  The chances of severe dysfunction couldn’t be higher, even if Trump were not in office.

Politics is Perception

I learned this through eight years of running Coro’s Fellowships in Public Affairs in the SF Bay Area. I lived through the time when TV became a factor during the rise of Diane Feinstein and meetings transformed from discourse to sound bite generators. People can’t really understand the systemic implications of decisions and policies right away, so spin substitutes for fact and analysis. We are in a time of myth making amplified by technologies we’ve never experienced operating at such a massive, manipulative level. And AI is just getting started in this game. Just as finance has been taken over by the financial computer jockey’s in the financial hubs, perception will be owned by the ones with the most ubiquitous and advance technologies. No wonder Elon Musk and the tech billionaires want to be in on politics. Their systems ARE the politics now.

Community

I believe that with system destabilization real, geographic communities will become more important again. We’ve need to know food and water sources more directly. We’ll need to know who can do what. We’ll need each other for support. This may be true of organizations that think they can sustain themselves virtually without real relationships as the continuity and “glue.” In the last week I’ve thought more about my own town of Petaluma than ever before.

Realizing Visionary Futures

I’m emerging from the election time even more committed to The Groves purpose of helping people and organizations realize their visions. The skills of collaboration, facilitation, and leading social change could not be more important.

Inner Stability

A concluding thought: If I can’t find coherence in my outer world very easily, I believe I can work on staying grounded in my inner world and my relational world. I can choose to be inspired by the example of Buddha, Christ, and people like Thich Nhat Hanh, who remained lovingly oriented all through the Vietnam War. I can choose to see my urge to blame and “other” people as my own experiences in not being accepted playing out in my projections. I believe that most people respond to love and respect, and that my ability to be that way starts with loving and respecting my own self, and the flow of my own soul’s journey.

I also believe that I can call on the land and nature itself to support me, even as my body slowly declines with age. I grew up in the mountains, and they remain magnificent, despite everything!

It has felt good writing all this. We are in this together As we say in our circles, I have spoken.

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Sometimes guidance just appears. No warning. It happened to me at the end of a three-day Leadership Transformation Workshop in Minnesota, in the last five minutes on a Friday to be precise. I got up to go to the table in back where I had my journal and almost fell over. My left leg felt like it had gone completely asleep. I was helped back, sat, and realized it wasn’t asleep. It just wasn’t connected any more. I had had a stroke!

Stroke2024Thirty minutes later after a drive to a nearby emergency room I was in a CAT scan and found that I had a half inch long hemorrhagic bleed (stroke) on the surface of my right, central cortex, near my left side motor controls. I could feel the skin on my leg. I could move it with my big muscles, but I was not in control of it. Needless to say, I was on my back at 30 degrees angle the next two days, awakened every hour for a complete check on my cognition, eye movements, hands, leg lifts—all through the night.

I’m happy to say that this was a “small” stroke. I was released Sunday at noon and flew back to San Francisco, with referrals from the neurologists there and complete records. A second CAT Scan and an MRI did not detect anything else. No cancer. No clots. No aneurisms. No progression. And they saw I could make it around with a walker already, which they provided from my trip home.

They didn’t measure my psyche, of course. That is outside the purview of most modern medicine. Although staff at Health East’s University Hospital ICU, where I was sent, by ambulance, after the initial scan in ER, was uniformly comforting and caring, they were not “measuring” the larger impact. The therapist was more focused on the exercises I should do repeatedly. They did keep asking me my name, date of birth, and if I remembered why I was in the hospital.

I’ve lived my life gifted with immense curiosity and this experience has me fascinated. If I were massively crippled, I’d probably feel differently, but I just came in from a slow walk around my neighborhood two weeks later and am feeling pretty good. But my mind is whirling. What does it mean to have a stroke?

  1. I now know that merely saying this word shakes people up. It covers so much and is so common, that everyone has some connection. It is a big deal. Our staff at The Grove and my kids think it is a big deal. So does Gisela, my partner and wife. No flying or driving until I get cleared by the neurologist I meet with tomorrow. Everyone at the University Hospital said that this isn’t a repeating kind of thing, especially with a person with normal blood pressure and no hypertension.
  2. I also know that my body knows how to heal. My brother, John, who has practiced reflexology, muscle testing, and applied kinesiology for as long as I’ve been facilitating, came over and completely checked me out. He was amazed at my progress, aided by a lot by moving around like a Tai Chi practitioner. I figured my right leg knows how to move. Teach the left. Rock back and forth. John agreed and encouraged my movements. I also kept imagining I was in Avatar hooking up to one of the flying dragons. My leg’s nerve endings reaching up. My brain coming down. Both eventually reconnecting.
  3. I have discovered that there are many many tinier muscles that bring stability to a leg, and it isn’t so clear how to reconnect them. Why does my left leg seem to snap back instead of just bending back? I feel like I’m on some kind of plateau in recovery. The leg feels weaker, although I didn’t hurt it in any way. Maybe the neurologist at Kaiser, who I see for the first tomorrow, will have some ideas.
  4. I know that situations like this have cascading effects, and this is no exception. In my case my ability to hear high frequencies has been declining and is now gone. My hearing aids compensate, but not enough to hear the soft, mumbled words of a person with a high-pitched voice. In an echoey room or sketchy zoom connection I miss key words. This isn’t acceptable if your job is to record what people say visually (and accurately). The room in Minnesota was a real struggle in that regard. I’ve been concerned for a while, but it took the stroke for me to say “enough.” Gisela agreed it was truly time for me to stop facilitating meetings and that she and The Grove team could take over the remaining work on our books. Fortunately, since she has become CEO of The Grove the team is growing again and are managing beautifully. Our clients have been wonderfully accepting.
  5. So, I not only had a real physical stroke, small though it may be, I have retired from a kind of work that I’ve done for 52 years, if you count my doing the first Group Graphics workshop at Coro in 1972. That is like having a professional stroke. And I am now experiencing truly liminal space. The “recovery pattern” is not clear. All kinds of things are possible. For the first time in years and years I don’t have to carry the responsibility for payroll. I don’t have to schedule my life around big meetings. But my psyche is busy trying to re-establish itself just like my leg. “You could start a You Tube channel.” “You could write a new book (it’s already mostly written).” “You could work on that novel you discovered you wrote in 2006 (and wasn’t bad).” You could conduct Vision Labs at your own home.” “What about executive coaching?”
  6. The biggest insight is that I need to take some time to experience myself in a completely new way. I’m suspecting that much of my adult life I’ve been guided by programming that is very deep and has a lot to do with how that little baby back in Two Rock initially encountered the world, and what I thought would work to keep my parents in touch with me, and what was okay and not okay regarding being myself. Ooops. You mean I learned to repress things to please my parents? But what things? And was getting attention for being an amazing artist and craftsperson what I really wanted, or a substitute for something else, like nurturing love? It’s helped that during this recovery time I’ve had time to continue reading Gabor Mates’ The Myth of the Normal. (If you want to understand the stress of our times it is a must read.)

I’m posting this piece in my blog because I think those of you who really care about awareness and facilitation and helping people get through life would appreciate knowing what a colleague like me is going through at a true turning point. I suspect I will look back on this event and this time as a gift, even if it just appeared out of the blue.