Small Arcs of Larger Circles: Framing through other patterns

Specialized and separated, the ideas that so badly want to twist and frolic around each other are captive.

Perhaps she could be a door to another realm, she thought to herself: “If you cannot handle the connections, avoid the endpoints and be connectivity itself. Merge.”

Acute situations require action, Based in swift clear decision, Made in the muck and dripping with it, What will be—pulling into place. Below, in the squish of life, There is no replacement part, Nothing to solve. But we can breathe in the mess.

Leadership for this era is not a role or a set of traits; it’s a zone of interrelational process.

Mutual learning is only possible when all participants are willing to be wrong… willing to learn, to explore new ideas, to go off the map, out of the known, and together grope in the shadowy corners of new ideas, new plans, new territories.

The thing about numbers is that they pretend to be ‘objective,’ they carry a tone of ‘facts & figures,’ when in fact they are objectifying and are much more slippery in the stories they carry than poetry.

They need a sci-fi grandmother—wise with humanity and rich with intuition, but a warrior of the digital, and adept in urban professionalism.

The mind and the brain are not the same thing. One is in the head, and the other is spread everywhere.

It is impossible to separate my experience as a daughter from my experience as a mother; it is also impossible to separate my cultural identity from my professional, personal, or social selves. All of those contexts are simultaneous, but reveal vital differences in the knitting together of my transcontextual life. Parts and wholes do not sit still