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This is wild writing…

Last week I attend the first Facilitation Shindig in the series being hosted by Julie Drybrough (@fuschiablue). We, a small group of dedicated Facilitators seeking to be better, to grow, to learn about who we are in that space,  gathered together in MadLab, Edge Street, Manchester.

We focused on Reflective Practice, something I blogged about previously – how we use, what we do, what it means, the value, the challenges. And then we tried out Wild Writing. Julie introduce the concept via the philosophy of Natalie Goldberg and explained the rules:

  1. Don’t stop or edit
  2. Keep your hand moving
  3. Don’t worry about spelling of grammar
  4. Give it gusto – go for the jugular
  5. Lose control

Here goes…

Writing has kept me going. Has let me empty my head of all the stuff – yes stuff. I can’t think of a better word because it’s been so stuffy and blocked up in there to the point where I can’t seem to empty it or get any peace and this from a girl who’s yoga-ed regularly for the last 13 years. It got full up. Stuffed full of things that don’t need to be in there and so I wrote and wrote and wrote the craziness down onto pages and pages and pages. Not for you or anyone else to read but for the space for mind-dump for the freedom from the thoughts that haunted and circled like vultures feasting on a moments peace. Pause and they swoop with elegance and precision that encourages you to honour and consider their all consuming seductive nature – you actually have no choice. (Oh but you do! You do have a choice! You always have a choice!) And I want to write so badly. Something coherent. Something with structure. Something with content that is of some value to you, or to me. But all I have is this. And wild writing so fast and without a pause so that I can come back. I am back, and will be more back, and I will write again. I will always write.

 

You People ❤️

Sometimes, if you’re really unlucky surreal things happen. But they’re actually real because they’re actually happening. To you, not somebody else.

But what has surprised me the most over the past few months is the overwhelming amount of love from you. At a time when I didn’t actually realise you were there. That all that love was available without costing me anything. I never knew that at my darkest, when I couldn’t access my self-compassion or strength, you would be there to access it for me, reminding me it was still there, waiting.

Your love has blown me away whilst quite literally holding me down and keeping me up. Each day, and each week, more conversations, cups of tea, and you continue to amaze me with your patience and kindness whilst I had nothing to give. When you know that’s not my style. 

Thank you. For those hugs that last longer than 5 seconds, for your arms around me, for getting drunk with me, for hanging with me after, for talking, for just sitting, for laughing, for cooking for me, for the walks, for the laughter, for getting me ‘dressed up and out’, for  watching rubbish films and shit TV, for a flask of tea, for reflexology, for listening, for not judging, for trusting, for believing in me, for knowing me, for looking at me like you always have and not differently, for aromatherapy, for a poetry book. 

I will be forever grateful and appreciative of you. And I somehow hope the path we tread and how we chose to be with and for others boomerangs right back. 

Reflective Practice

It feels like I’ve been ‘going on about’ reflective practice a lot, and with that I’m noticing my frustration that people (you know, them) who still don’t get it. I noticed this frustration when I was talking to someone I had only just met at a recent CPD day. After our introductions I’d already decided the person I was talking to was ‘of interest’ (as our host and facilitator encouraged us to identify) and would have lots of value to add to my learning during the time we had together. We got chatting in our triads and off I go on my ‘but how can you not be doing reflective practice’ bit fuelled by positive intent and perhaps a passion for reflective practice. I spotted my potential overly emotional plea/preach and though ‘quick…bring in something insightful, quote someone good’. I proceeded to mention Schon and a personal interaction with David Megginson where he differentiated between reflectivity and reflexivity. Something I found useful and valuable and have remembered since. Then I thought, ‘are you actually being a dick now Jo? How about you have a go at that thing you always tell yourself to do… oh yeah, listen’.

We concluded that blogging can be a useful and helpful medium for reflecting on action. So here I am reflecting on action, about reflecting in action, whilst promoting reflective practice.

Last week I attended the inaugural Facilitation Shindig in Manchester, organised and generously facilitated by Julie Drybrough of FuchsiaBlue. Prior to the day I was already excited as I anticipated quite an open space approach to learning with other people who are interested in challenging and developing their own facilitation skills. Along with that was apprehension about whether I would have anything of value to offer, and (after a chunk of time out) whether I could still facilitate. The lead up included a welcome/info video from Julie who encouraged us to join a Google Plus group and say hello. All of which helped to break the ice and do some pre-meeting meeting.

So what happens when a group of people get together, with the purposed of growing our facilitation skills? Like the best group learning environments we collectively accepted the invitation to be both subjective and objective; to try new, to play with ideas, to let go of some old ones. Julie invited us to explore Bridges Transition Model, and bring it to life by stepping into the model, large scale across the floor. We were facilitators, being facilitated and practicing facilitating with each other. But with the considerate and thoughtfulness to avoid feeling ‘done to’. We stepped willingly into stretch without panic:


With a lot of space, and a little structure, and wholly self-directional intent, learning happened and insights were gleaned and shared. Those that are not necessarily bloggable but prompt reflection and impact the next conversation, the next bit of planning, the next piece of facilitation practice. Thank you for the challenge.

 

Her 

She walks onto the train with purpose, and assertively asks the people blocking the walk-way to excuse her past after patiently waiting. Zero contempt in her tone, and she eases past and finds a seat alone. She gets comfy and opens her book, relaxes into her seat. Adjusts her hat. Reads. She looks… what is that? healthy! 

She holds all of her space with absolute grace. She is calm, confident and self-knowing. She doesn’t need a conversation with me. 

I miss you! 

Dear Facebook

Dear John …I mean, FB

(I still like using my petname for you, because I enjoy when people get it confused for something else)

What can I say. It’s not you, it’s not me, it’s us. Something isn’t quite right anymore. We used to be so close. You were there when I woke up, waiting with your little red badge for my thumbs to gently stir you. We always promised we’d broadcast regular status updates, so I can’t go on anymore without telling you how I feel. 😃😀😊☺️🙁😞😢😩

Thank you for the last 9 years.

Thanks for sharing my brother’s photos of my niece and nephew as they grow up miles away. You were great, really great at that. Then I met Whatsapp and Skype, and well, they’re better… you know, at that thing you know I like: live voice messages and chatting via video.

Thanks for helping me keep in touch with different groups of friends and never missing a social event. It’s just, I starting using my phone to really keep in touch. I don’t know how it happened, but I like it.

Thanks for making me laugh out loud, sorry ‘LOL’ at my family and friends posting memories, of primary school pantomimes or camping trips or celebrations from years gone by. And for the regular updates of almost everyone I went to 3 different schools with from primary to secondary to sixth form. For making sure I’m up to date with what their wives and husbands look like, how many kids they have, where they are on holiday. And, how many times they got up in the night or what they ate for breakfast.

Oh wait….It’s much more than that.

When I’m with you FB I can scroll through your blue-tiful timeline and see who is sharing the minute details, transitions, milestones, of their life, for their hundreds of friends to see and ‘like’. I can see which restaurant people have checked in for dinner and who got flowers on Valentine’s Day. I can also see who didn’t, and who’s married/single/complicated. I can click on friends of friends and trace degrees of separation to realise my friend knows your friend via that friend.

Then I realised, even with all this to offer. When we’re not together ‘my boots are lighter and my mind is quieter’ (ref Oskar Schell)

I know you did everything you could to keep us together. I noticed the advertising that you’d carefully selected according to my a/s/l and from carefully observing my activity online elsewhere. Some people call this stalking but you were clearly doing it with love. After all, why wouldn’t 32 year old women want to know about baby products and weight-loss initiatives.

On reflection, It’s not you. It’s me. But just think, if you ever miss me, just remember you have 1500+ photographs right there in your data (that I can never actually delete).

You know I always struggle with endings and goodbyes, especially when the relationship has been so good. Still, Kenny Rogers taught me you’ve got know when to hold ’em…

Goodbye FB x

A rose by any other name 

“I’m not a disruptor” he said with courage in a room full of disruptors. Because (I paraphrase and apologise for deviation) if someone wants coffee and thats the mix with milk and sugar, how they want it and fitting to needs I’m going to give it to them like ‘this’ not shake it up and throw it in their face. And unfortunately the discussion didn’t ensue …there wasn’t time or space permitted for it …but if it had:
It’s ok to be disruptive

It doesn’t mean to throw things in people’s faces all chaotic like “‘av it”
Disruptive can be about developing discrepancy. Being the objective listener who enables a step back to observe the bigger picture. To come alongside and gently highlight the discrepancy between what someone knows and believes, and their incongruent behaviours. Creating a dissonance and planting a seed of consideration of both staying the same or doing something different.

If disruptive is about change, then surely we’re talking about motivation. In my experience of people, I haven’t ever known of enduring motivation to emerge from newness or ideas being thrown in faces to create discomfort. So you’re an expert. Even when the new idea is amazingly good, people don’t hop on it because of your enthusiasm. It’s got to fit – be placed in the open space created for it after adequate time to think and explore.

Like those blogs about how shit L+D is evocative of reactionary short lived motivation ‘away from’ a currently dysfunctional situation. But towards what? and where? Disruptive today, but not with lasting impact for tomorrow.
Disruptive starts with appreciation of the current situation from all perspectives. The stuckness and difficulties need recognition first, with the development of discrepancies to shine light on the stuckness. This is important. This is an experienced reality. 

Then the exceptions – because when something going wrong it’s not 100% shit, 100% of the time and there are always exceptions, both in practice, and to performance inhibiting thoughts. These need to be appreciated the hell out of. The effort needs noticing, the goodness needs noticing, the how this is happening needs noticing. And here the disruption is present through facilitation of all this appreciation and…by the ideas and newness that can now be built upon these foundations. To change direction, to do something different, to make the exception a habit. 

Disruption is about creating disruption within. That motivates change. To break the patterns and do something better more often. It’s longer lasting when it’s built on recognition of what’s already happening. That recognising is a choice of how to view things, and you as the disruptor make that choice. To stand at a distance and throw beautiful coffee all over people or come alongside and catalyse a journey of self-efficacy towards better.

NB There’s theory behind the above points but I haven’t put the effort in to ref them because this is a blog and I’m not handing it in to be assessed or to fit a criteria. Yet maybe it doesn’t matter because it’s wrong anyway and there will still be a debate about whether a word is over used or looses meaning when a rose by any other name would be just as disruptive and the meaning is emergent from doing. Who cares what we call it. Stop blogging and do something then Jo. 

Assumptions of an adult learning

As a student on a masters programme I made some assumptions…

I assumed there would be mutual respect 

I assumed that equality would be championed and diversity of thought would be celebrated 

 I assumed that I’d be encourage to lead on my own learning 

I assumed that criticality and reflexivity would be modelled  

I assumed that I would be engaged – with equal effort from all parties to engage and learn collaboratively

I assumed my assumptions would blown away by space and time to think, and by sharing others’ thinking 

I assumed that I would be viewed with positive regard as a being from which new thinking and knowledge and meaning can emerge…

Today I made an ass out of you and me

And I’m sad about that