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Sunday, January 3, 2016 ~ On Possibility
Inquiry: How do you shift from a probability vector (familiar patterns unfolding indefinitely, one might even say ad nauseum) to one of possibility?
One plausible option ~ tapping into the ‘beauty/living-energy of the needs’ as a source of our conduct (being influencing doing)…
I recently heard something that seemed timely, perhaps especially given the advent of a new year. Someone posed the difference between fact (read ‘2015’) and possibility (read ‘2016’) as akin to that of crossing the hall from a biology class (envision a dead bird dissected, a factual reality) to that of an english class (imagine the following, inspirational poem being read):
To a Skylark
In profuse strains of unpremeditated art…
Poem in its entirety continues here: To a Skylark by Percy Bysshe Shelley
(In this context, the facticity of the inert carcass gives way to the poetic realm of possibility, of unpremeditated art.)
A distinction between being and doing has often been considered; however what I often find much more thought-provoking is the interrelationship between the two.
In NVC, for example, a shift in our capacity to communicate differently (a kind of doing) is often attributed to being skillful at attending to all-the-needs on the table (as when one taps into the living energy or beauty of the need – a kind of being – that is longed for rather than getting stuck in the rut of lack).
In another modality, derived from ontology, there is a notion of past, inert (communicative) constraints falling away in the presence of an inspirational quality of generative being that touches, moves and inspires; this lively authenticity derives from a three step process of: 1) identifying that which is lifeless (or inauthentic); 2) getting the impact of being burdened by this deadweight; and instead 3) inventing a new possibility (somewhat akin to shifting from the lack to the beauty of a need).
On Sundays call we’ll experiment with the above…
Diary Entry: I especially like this passage from St. Francis de Sales: “I am like a bird singing in the thornbush.” So I will speak little about my own sufferings; I will be restrained…” ~ Overlook Much, Correct a Little: 99 Sayings by John XXIII