We find ourselves in those quiet, still moments. Paradoxically, we lose ourselves there, as well.
Posted on January 29, 2015 by ivonprefontaine
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About ivonprefontaineIn keeping with bell hooks and Noam Chomsky, I consider myself a public and dissident intellectual. Part of my work is to move beyond (transcend) institutional dogmas that bind me to defend freedom, raising my voice to be heard on behalf of those who seek equity and justice in all their forms. I completed my PhD in Philosophy of Leadership Studies at Gonzaga University, Spokane, WA. My dissertation and research was how teachers experience becoming teachers and their role as leaders. I focus on leading, communicating, and innovating in organizations. This includes mindfuful servant-leadership, World Cafe events, Appreciative Inquiry, and expressing one's self through creativity. I offer retreats, workshops, and presentations that can be tailored to your organzations specific needs. I published peer reviewed articles about schools as learning organizations, currere as an ethical pursuit, and hope as an essential element of adult eductaion. I published three poems and am currently preparing my poetry to publish as an anthology of poetry. I present on mindful leadership, servant leadership, schools as learning organizations, how teachers experience becoming teachers, assessement, and critical thinking. I facilitate mindfulness, hospitality retreats. and World Cafe Events using Appreciative Inquiry. I am writing and researching about various forms of leadership, how teachers inform and form their identity as a particular teacher, schools as learning organizations, hope and its anticipatory relationship with the future, and hope as an essential element in learning.
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I really love the shows about abandoned places and I have a few myself. It is kind of like something was started and enjoyed and like a lightswitch it is turned off. What was nice becomes a bunch of do not trespass signs. Weirdness…
It is weirdness, but, perhaps in weirdness, we find something normal.
Thanks for the reblog, Ivon 😀
You are welcome Vicki. The image and your text are wonderful.
Very nice image it leaves a lot to image
Yes, there is space to imagine what might happen at other times in that cafe.