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Human to Human is Taking a Rest Through December 2018 Though I love noticing, wondering, writing, and posting on this blog, my next few months are for writing in other forms -- and for shaking things up a bit personally. Thanks for staying connected in the intent to notice the human kindness, consciousness, and flow with life itself that is beneath so much of this participative leadership. Human to Human is a daily blog, Monday through Thursday, returning January 2019, on which I post current learnings (taking sporadic weeks off to write longer pieces or to rest). Posts are 300-500 words, often with photos, intended to be read in five minutes and inspire reflection, individually and communally, on varied aspects of participative leadership practices, insights, and human to human depth.

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The Aim of Life — Henry Miller

Henry Miller was an American Writer from the 1900s. He’s known for, among other things, breaking with literary styles of his day. He was born in New York. He lived and wrote for a significant time in Paris. He died in California.

A few of Henry Miller’s words were spoken as a closing check-out by a participant at The Circle… Continue reading

There Is A Field

It was the 13th century Persian poet, Jellaludin Rumi, that wrote so beautifully of fields. Of expanded minds. Of oneness. Of the less visible that is “field” that is often beyond words.

“Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing,
there is a field. I’ll meet you there.
When the soul lies down in that grass,
the world is too full… Continue reading

Free Listening

I often feel that what I seek to do in this blog is to be a noticer. Of things big. Of things small. Of things that are not things. Of moments that come and go like one gentle draft of wind. Of long arcs that are so worth giving ourselves to over years and decades. I notice for myself. For… Continue reading