There’s a path here, meant to discover – not yet another place to run off to and consume, but a way to make the place where we are healthy and whole again, through one another. A path so obscured by our current mainstream cultural norms that most people can at best vaguely accept that it might exist, but very few know its contours.
For those of us who don’t resonate to Harvey McKay’s ‘Swim With the Sharks’ and that ilk – the default, mainstream meaning of ‘networking’ can be a big turn-off . We’ve come to understand it as a specific, often self-serving, not-necessarily-authentic, social butterflying kind of activity.
How Network Mapping in Kumu.io enables us to sense what’s emerging in the overall field of bushCON change agents.
What we see in each other, and call out in one another – becomes the very source of transformation.
If Trust Is The Glue Of A Network. . . . . . we can’t have too many honest & authentic discussions about it. And talking about trust can be hard in any context, but in some ways it’s even harder in networks. So many of the ‘rules’ are contrary to what most civilized people…
I often think of a good marriage as a generative balance of creative tensions. Same thing with social change. There’s an art to it – not flopping into the easy answer, the dominant narrative, the usual pattern. And the same goes for roles, actions, contributions in a social change network. We tend to show up pretty certain…
Trust is a core principle in change networks – in chaos theory, we’d call trust within human systems a powerful ‘strange attractor’. But what do we mean when we say ‘trust’? And who gets to decide?
When we talk about shifting status quos, we usually mean ‘out there’ somewhere. But while aiming to shift the deadly, distant yet far-reaching, monolithic status quos, let’s not overlook our own – ‘in here’.
The most subtle value in network mapping comes from it’s impact on the imagination.
I became a rabble-rousing, injustice-fighting, demonstrating, boycotting, marching, chanting, banner-carrying, strategizing, counter-culture activist early – by age 13 I’d faced my first line-up of National Guardsmen un-accompanied by any adults who knew me.