by lori | Feb 5, 2018 | Freedom, Gratitude, Here and now, Magic, Poetry, Respite, Silly, the Void
I walked alone in the Because I felt the pull of I knelt beside the To better see the And then to my A warm light touched And the whole place began to Or maybe I just I couldn’t believe my And dropped down to my I reached out to And found And found And found... by lori | Jan 17, 2017 | Friendship, Poetry
Here in our world, which is cold and dark at the moment, January just became Write a Poem for Friends Month. So all my posts this month will be poems I write for friends. This one is for my friend Danyale Thomas Ross. I considered her a friend for many months before I... by lori | Jul 21, 2016 | Culture Shift, Feelings, Poetry, Respite
Security /səˈkyo͝orədē/ noun Weapons, walls, blame, and technology are not security. For me security is an open space within. Security is the freedom to be a gentle sprite at rest and moving among ever-shifting hearts. Cross-generational laughter. Borrowing others’... by lori | Nov 20, 2009 | Recognizing, Recognizing
How do I know when I’m part of a self-organizing work group? How do we know if our group is self-organizing? This is the third of a series of posts in which I document the nine indicators of self-organization that emerged from my research and consulting work.... by lori | Nov 3, 2009 | Recognizing, Recognizing
I study self-organizing work groups of people in within, across, and outside of organizations. Self-organizing work groups can be difficult to see—even for some who are part of them—in part, I think, because they look and act differently from what many of us think of...