Wednesday, December 9, 2015

On Harrison Owen´s 80th birthday

From Jeff Aitken via OSList oslist@lists.openspacetech.org




This fun and touching poem for Harrison was just put on Facebook by Rodney B. Plimpton. Enjoy.
"A few old time friends gathered in DC to celebrate Harrison's 80th last week, and toasted him with this:  

To Harrison H. Owen on his 80th Birthday

On December Second, Nineteen Thirty Five,
Harrison Owen did arrive.
No way that his parents could have known,
The fruits of the seeds that they had sown.
Early on he seemed a normal boy,
Though he preferred catching skunks to playing with toys.
But then Seminary, a stint as a biblical scholar?
Clearly not chasing the Almighty Dollar!
Community Organizer, way down in Dixie;
Peace Corps in Liberia, where things were quite tricxy.
Then back to DC, NIH, and VA;
A strange game indeed, that he chose to play.
Biblical Studies and Bureaucracy in the heart of the Nation
Combined in his head as Organizational Transformation!
After hosting some conferences that were way too much work,
He woke up one day, and said “I’m such a jerk!;
While agendas and details all keep me awake
The things people come for are good coffee breaks!”

From that realization, however belated,
His famed Open Space soon was created
From a simple experiment, thirty years ago,
The phenomenon has continued to grow
Now, thirty years, and nine books later,
It’s world-wide success could not be greater.
Self-Organization is at its’ core,
But Harrison’s message says so much more:
We’ve all been taught that Management’s Role
Is to Plan, Organize, Direct, and Control –
That’s all wrong, said this radical boy
Envision, Engage, Empower, Enjoy!The paradox is -- by controlling the least
You get both High Performance and a true sense of Peace.
Results speak for themselves, and by any measure,
Harrison’s thinking has become a World Treasure.
But what of the man whom we know as our neighbor;
Modest, laid back, full of stories to savor?
On high seas he commands the Ethelyn Rose,
But on land who commands nobody knows!
One thing is for certain, we love and adore
This world-famous guru -- our good friend next door.
Congratulations, Harrison, on your 80th; you done good."

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Suzanne Daigle via OSList oslist@lists.openspacetech.org

abe. 3 (Duela 6 egun)
Helbide honetara: OSLIST
Hi Everyone, 

It's hard to tell how many people popped in yesterday -- 40, 50, 60 or more!!  Sometimes we just saw their names, other times their voices and their faces. It was a wild wonderful ride, a technology adventure of the best kind. Lucas Cioffi ever so dedicated who conceived QiQoChat which created the dream that it would be possible for us to meet in a big house cannot be thanked enough. Fate conspired against us not because of QiQo but because of concurrent tech upgrades that messed us up. Not to worry, all was calm and between Lucas, Michael Herman and I and with the joint participation of all who came, we truly had a blast. We always knew this was an experiment and experiment it was. The possibilities are truly heartwarming.  Many wave riding days ahead!

There were serious topics and serious conversations, lots of hearty laughter, delighted outcries as people joined and others so pleased to meet f2f (virtually) for the very first time. You could feel the affection and interestingly enough, everyone started talking as if they'd known each other forever, because that's truly how it feels when we are part of this Open Space worldwide community.

Harrison with his usual and wonderful aplomb kept the conversation going as we settled into our tech challenges. There were some teary eyed moments as people described what Open Space meant to them and how grateful they were to Harrison.  We even sang a global Happy Birthday, a bit difficult to get all our words coordinated but that was the fun of it all. 

We had a few breaks during the day not many as one stray person after another would arrive on camera. Two by two's talking then suddenly there were three, four, five and more. Always the conversations flowed to invite and include, self-organization as its best. 

It's what a birthday party should be, a mix of everything, over meals and favorite spirits (yes we saw a beer, a glass of wine or two and martinis yes... from Russia) with a slight difference that it was from the comfort of our own homes or offices wherever we happened to be. 

Here is a rough picture album pulled together from computer screen shots. As you scroll down with your mouse, notice how the captions pop up to describe some of the antics of the day. You'll see how late at night Kari from Iceland came joining  Alan Stewart  in Australia who then greeted John Engle from Haiti and his daughter lying on her bed behind him. Seems Alan babysat the Engle kids a long time ago in San Francisco.  Yes many precious memories!

Thank you everyone for making this drop in global party magical. We have much to celebrate from these past 30 years  in Open Space and much to appreciate from the man in a hat, Harrison Owen who celebrated his 80 years.  

Please if you can, do consider joining us at International House in New York where Harrison and Karen Davis, with the help of OSI US, will be hosting their Open Space gathering on High Performance and the Practice of Peace. A great crew of folks have confirmed already. This experiential learning has been going on for 20 years or so and indeed in that time, many have been inspired to open space all over the world after spending three days (used to be 4 days) there. 

Thank you all so much,

From your co-hosts -  Suzanne, Lucas, Michael and the wonderful Anne Stadler who is facilitating an Open Space in India as we speak.

Wednesday, November 18, 2015

Lifeline (Ben Harper)


Life is much too short to sit and wonder
Who's gonna make the next move and will slowly pull you under when you've always got something to prove?

I don't want to wait a lifetime
Yours or mine, yours or mine
Can't you see me reaching for the lifeline?

You say that I misheard you but I think you misspoke
I hear you laugh so loudly while I patiently await the joke

I don't want to wait a lifetime
Yours or mine, yours or mine
Can't you see me reaching for the lifeline?
The lifeline, the lifeline

It's a crime with only victims
We're all laid out in a row
It's hardest to listen to what we already should know

I could hold out for a lifetime
Yours or mine, yours or mine
Can't you see me reaching for your lifeline?
The lifeline, your lifeline, the lifeline
source http://www.azlyrics.com/ 

One Sunday morning (Wilco, Song for Jane Smiley's Boyfriend)


This is how I tell him
Oh, but it's long
One Sunday Morning
Oh, one son is gone.
I can see where it's dawning
Over the sea
My father said what I had become
No one should be.
Outside I look lived in
Like bones in a shrine
How am I forgiven?
Oh I'll give it time.
In silence without warning
Holding my brow
In time he thought I'd kill him
But I didn't know how.
I said it's your God I don't believe in
No, your Bible can't be true
Knocked down by the long life
He cried out, I fear what waits for you.
I can hear those bells
Spoken and gone
I feel if I feel well
Now he knows he was wrong.
I am cold for my father
Frozen underground
Jesus I wouldn't bother
He belongs to me now.
Something sad keeps moving
So I wandered around.
I fell in love with the burden
Holding me down.
Bless my mind, I miss
Being told how to live.
What I learned without knowing
How much more I owe
Than I can give.
This is how I tell him
Oh, but it's wrong
One Sunday morning
One son is gone

Gorgeous! Arrazoi dozu, Ane Txispi, temazo!!! Bai plazerra atzo Berbaz :)!

Bizi! Enjoy life!



Tuesday, October 20, 2015

No time for love (Christie Moore)



You call it the law, we call it apartheid, internment, 
Conscription, partition and silence.
It's the law that they make to keep you and me where
They think we belong.
The hide behind steel and bullet-proof glass, machine
Guns and spies, 
And tell us who suffer the tear gas and the torture
That we're in the wrong.

CHORUS

No time for love if they come in the morning, 
No time to show tears or for fears in the morning, 
No time for goodbye, no time to ask why, 
And the sound of the siren's the cry of the morning.

They suffered the torture they rotted in cells, went
Crazy, wrote letters and died.
The limits of pain they endured - the loneliness got
Them instead.
And the courts gave them justice as justice is given by
Well-mannered thugs.
Sometimes they fought for the will to survive but more
Times they just wished they were dead.

CHORUS

They took away Sacco, Vanzetti, Connolly and Pearce in

Their time.
They came for Newton and Seal, Bobby Sands and some of
His friends.
In Boston, Chicago, Saigon, Santiago, Warsaw and
Belfast, 
And places that never make headlines, the list never
Ends.

CHORUS

The boys in blue are only a few of the everyday cops on
The beat, 
The C.I.D., Branchmen, informers and spies do their
Jobs just as well; 
Behind them the men who tap phones, take photos, 
Program computers and files, 
And the man who tells them when to come and take you to
Your cell.

CHORUS

All of you people who give to your sisters and brothers
The will to fight on, 
They say you can get used to a war, that doesn't mean
That the war isn't on.
The fish need the sea to survive, just like your people
Need you.
And the death squad can only get through to them if
First they can get through to you. 

CHORUS


Basque version of this great song by Hetzainak follows:


@Eleder_BuM   

Wednesday, September 30, 2015

Limestone Permaculture Farm


A tour of Limestone Permaculture Farm in New South Wales, Australia. 
The 1 acre property has been developed into a productive permaculture farm
that is currently feeding around 50 families. 
The tour includes a look at the orchard, caravan farm gate, chicken and duck areas, and the shade house.
Website: http://jordanosmond.comLimestone Permaculture Farm: http://www.limestonepermaculture.com

Enjoy life!



Thursday, September 17, 2015

Original Play (Fred Donaldson)


Back from Wosonos 2015 in Krakow, this was one of the big gifts there, knowing about Original Play. Is there a key on the proportion kids/adults?

Thanks Agata!

Love,

@Eleder_BuM