Showing posts with label leadership. Show all posts
Showing posts with label leadership. Show all posts

Tuesday, October 11, 2016

Band of hope.

I couldn't find the photo.

I had already looked.

I didn't have time to fill in the details in the picture.




I wanted to paint (scribble) with broad strokes.

I hope there is enough to make sense for others.

There is a band playing in the circus ring.

You can imagine the music.

Oh I don't know, something contemporarily popular, sufficiently recognisable, all gone brass.

There is the band leader.

You don't really need to know that that is my father.

It could be me, it could be you.

There's that music.

There is an audience, listening.

Perhaps they are tapping their feet.

Perhaps they hate the music.

I did.

I can hear my father practising that bloody cornet in the attic.

You know how you can't wait till something stops, and then when it stops, you miss it?

He is long dead.

The cornet plays silently on (bloody noisily actually) and I smile now.

This story is not about him.

This story is not about me.

This story is about us.

And a circus...

It means nothing much without you.

Over a period of fifty, sixty years my father played all the brass band instruments equally badly.

He never stopped practising.

He loved it.

He was never any good really as a musician.

He was a willing amateur.

He put his hand to all the instruments with equal enthusiasm.

He loved hearing those around him that he had somehow attracted to play (much better than him), with his rubbish jokes, winning smile, undying enthusiasm, and spiritually rooted love.

In every parish he worked, he set up a brass band.

The jokes never changed.

Years later, the bands were still going strong.

I don't know if they remembered the jokes.

One had risen from humble beginnings to win national prizes.

I remember a photo somewhere in a Brass Band magazine.

Many band members never knew how the bands had started.

That doesn't matter.

That didn't matter.

The music plays on.

It gives folk meaning and fellowship and stories and culture to share.

And that popular music.

I have been thinking a lot about culture these days.

I have been thinking a lot about distributed narrative, love, hate, complexity, order and change and my part in these intertwining ecosystems.

I am back taking stock, drawing maps, identifying key nodes, constraints, and all along telling stories.

I wanted to sketch out a few notes here while this is fresh.

I have been thinking again of this intertwining ecosystem with which I am acting.

This particular series of actions this evening were provoked by Sean Michael Morris.

To say that he is responsible for this action would be to deny the complexity of the discourses within which I, er we, are acting.

Nevertheless I can identify a post of his on Facebook which triggered a screen shot and a flurry of tweets.

A flurry of tweets.









So, from an initial post from @slamteacher talking about the need for critical action, an interaction involving him, Daniel Bassill who is involved in community mapping and mentoring networks (@tutormentor), Dave Snowden (@snowded) of Cynefin framework fame, we arrived at distributed ethnography, a scratchy doodle on a piece of A4, and a tweet which connects various others in this dance.


In waltzing - huh?

I note in waltzing that I had also just before been reading a post by Maha Bali (@Bali_Maha) whose tweet introducing a rather marvellous article about action to take to enable different voices to be heard caught my eye and makes me smile after listening to Dave Snowden, an older man than Maha is a woman, speak, in a suit...



Nevertheless the clearly activist tweet from the same article connects with my current state of mind.




Disney interlude.

So here we have: Sean Michael Morris, Daniel Bassill, Maha Bali all speaking about action.




Child's play...

I returned back to an earlier post entitled "Party Management" in which I had Vialogue annotated a previous Dave Snowden video and added Hypothes.is for good measure.


Now I am returning to vulture er culture.

This morning with my colleague we were talking about how we are aware of the transformation of culture within the learning ecosystem that we have been successively probing, observing, introducing different attractors, changing spaces, extending boundaries, narrating with the help of colearners, several of whom are noted in this post.

This is what this aforementioned picture is helping me attempt to make sense of.






There were a number of aspects of Dave Snowden's recently shared talk that necessitate that I go back and annotate to really grasp what he is saying.

I was reassured by a number of the remarks that he made.

Small actions...

I now need to spend more time with his work in the light of my own questions as to action.




Distributed cognition - huh?

I know that my co-learners will enable me to see this and other texts with differing,  clearly drawn perspectives.

I am fortunate in my ever evolving, distributed narrative ecosystem.

I am thankful to those with whom I may play, whose opinions I value and whose values I trust.

I think of that sketchy picture of the band playing in a Blackpool circus.

It was for a radio broadcast.

I note for a moment the title of Dave Snowden's conference:

"How leaders change culture through small actions."

In the light of the work of Sean Michael Morris, Daniel Bassill, Maha Bali, et all, it seems important to dwell on what small actions we may now take.

Meanwhile a brass band plays on...something Disney.

My father is every rainbow in the sky.

I can hear his cornet in the attic.









Saturday, October 25, 2014

Rallying Cry?

Nothing like a stirring speech to forge camaraderie, stiffen resolve.

"The game's afoot;
Follow your spirit: and upon this charge,
Cry — God for Harry! England and Saint George!"

Henry V.

We spend our time preparing for these moments. 


Who will be our leaders?
What will be their vision?

What will be our fate?

Humanity reveals itself in selfless acts of courage? 
Humanity reveals itself in bloody conflict?
Humanity reveals itself in blind ambition?
Humanity reveals itself in sordid bargains?
Humanity reveals itself in.....
Humanity reveals itself in.....

"Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more;
Or close the wall up with our English dead!"

Henry V.

We find meaning beyond base squabbling, we forget banal bickering...

Archers, knights, squires, kings moulded as one to overcome, to overcome.

Overcome with emotion.

We are lifted up in the moment of truth.

We are lifted up in the moment of connection.

What brings us together to act for all?

Do we ever act for all?


War? Horror? Crisis? Fear? Love? Hope?

What will be our cause?

What shall be our rallying cry ?

What stories will be told of us?

Are such tales survivors' lies?