I overhear many conversations about fathers, mothers, children. Illness, love, fragility, death. And how sad it is that we think our tears will burden someone else’s. So we hold it all in. We censor our own pain with fear and carefulness. And we become afraid of it. Round and round we go. A message pingsContinue reading “Parks, pavements, buses…”
Tag Archives: Dialogue
Honouring silence : some thinking-notes
A part-continuation from my last read: A Eye which features a visual narrative titled ‘in the silent channel’ (page-spread no.10).
A Eye : lighting up the mirror to racism
Anti-racism : progress is progress is progress is progress is… progress happening? Originally this comic was about AI + Creativity. But the R-word* turned up, as it does, unannounced and uninvited, forcing my attention to fight/freeze/fawn… Or fLight? So here is the first A Eye comic instead : ‘lighting up the mirror to racism’. ProducedContinue reading “A Eye : lighting up the mirror to racism”
What can ART teach us about facilitation?
Within this picture are 2 Chinese characters: 開 心 – romanised as hoi1 sam1 from the Cantonese pronunciation, meaning ‘happy’. In the same language, the ‘happy fruit’ is the name given to the pistachio nut – for its smiley-shaped opening in its shell. A happy brief. I was asked by a client to deliver aContinue reading “What can ART teach us about facilitation?”
Me&We: in pictures and captions
If I could speak to my 20-year-old self, what would I say?
This is a rolling blog 🎪 that shares some fleeting impressions and some heavier droplets from my story of Me&We.
Truth to Power: what aren’t we prepared to hear?
In March 2022, I shared this poem in Mayvin’s session on ‘Power listening to truth’. It’s a living poem that I write when encountering difficult stuff. At the time I was triggered by the war unfolding in Ukraine and specifically, the experience of refugees, past and present. It wasn’t a trigger response that showed itself in feeling cross and stirred. It was a quiet numbness… a heavier weight in my feet, a tension in my neck. I felt muted as I heard humanity plead into a hardened void. My mind observed: the carousel of ‘truth to power’ spins again…
What’s your next wise move?
“I feel stuck. The odds are stacked against us.” These are recent words of a team leader, whose energy is depleted from long patient lists, frayed teams, unread inboxes and unfinished interactions with colleagues – with no satisfying closure on any of it. Welcome to a typical day in health and care? “Doing a greatContinue reading “What’s your next wise move?”
