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Thank you Prasad. In all this wonderful story I love most the reminder of the thousanth cow!<BR>
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I am remembering what Chris Corrigan just shared with us:<BR>
<FONT COLOR="#800080">The framing of this circle on the ground<BR>
Brings whirlwinds, tempests, thunder and lightning.<BR>
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I am appreciating Gabriela's description of uncountable "grief circles," which I have experienced, that the tiniest taste is more than I can bear alone;<BR>
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I like the work Michael Herman has developed on his website around the idea of invitation. In what we do, how inviting are we? In my daily interactions, and as a facilitator, what is the circle I draw? What is my capacity for invitation? <BR>
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Oh yes, we are interconnected. When we invite, we do not know who or what will show up. The grief circles are waiting. The pearls-beyond-price, hidden, are waiting. When Chris Corrigan facilitates, even the birds appear.<BR>
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These eyes have seen enough to know that, in a world of randomness, the Open Space facilitator stepping into the circle would not survive. Carried off by a whirlwind; struck to ashes by the lightning of the violence of the world.<BR>
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We are not in a world of randomness. Who <I>does </I>show up is finely tuned beyond all imagining, and is always just beyond my conception of my capacity. The fear is there; the blindfold dance begins again. <BR>
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And so I am returning to my own understanding of the heart of Birgitt's questions:<BR>
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Who is the "self" in this "self-organizing system"?<BR>
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(You don't have to answer that.)<BR>
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Shalom,<BR>
Chris<BR>
Swannanoa, North Carolina, USA<BR>
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