Even when we are out of gas,there is still something that keeps us going. This is a wonderful old tractor accompanied by a beautiful short poem.
Out of Gas
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In 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.8 responses »
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Lovely old tractor.
Leslie
It is and likely has many great stories hidden in its agedness.
The stories it could tell. Complaints would be interesting. Where is that butt now?
I don’t think there is a seat for a butt. It was one of those that hurt just looking at it before you even got on the field. I remember watching farmers standing on these wondering why they stood. I found out.
Delightful piece of junk with a lifetime’s harvest memories.
It is. What is most delightful is all the stories it has embedded in its junkiness and rust.
After this terrible winter, like the tractor, my gas tank is near empty, but I keep on going at a slower pace.
Spring is coming and it will put a spring back in our steps.