General Assemblies:
Uughhhhhh
Wonderful: full of wonder.
We have been conditioned, in pretty much every aspect of our lives, to know that someone will tell us what to do and/or we will tell others what to do.
Aaaarrrggghhhhh!! This is what makes General Assemblies so frustrating. And so beautiful. It is exhilarating to be heard, as part of a community, committed to embodying/communicating/experimenting with/ consensus. (Yes, jazz hands included. Steve you know you showed your jazz hands when it came to having a cigarette. A matter of degrees?)
It does take a long time. It does get better. It is frustrating and it is exhilarating.
I try to keep my comments short and to the point. But c’mon, let’s face it; we don’t have experience doing this. I have to tell you, and I probably have, that I think my opinions are vitally important. Vitally Important.
Knowing that, and knowing that I do love telling others my opinions. I really want to go to a model where people who haven’t spoken much go to the top of the stack. Some of our discussions go on night after night without any resolution. (Yes, I am talking about the permit issue.) I think those of us who have been at the GAs know the issue, our opinion, their opinions, others’ opinions. But I did notice tonight that the people who showed up for the first time left pretty quickly.
And I’m glad. Because at GAs we tend to debate things to freaking death. We are not Jesuits determining how many freakin angels can dance on the freakin head of a freakin pin. Damn it! We are talking about the direction in which we want our world to go.
Let's get our shit together and work some things out. We are not creating the next constitution. We don't need to make sure every single freakin word resonates with every single freakin aspect of our being.
Paralysis by analysis. This is not what I want. I WANT REAL CHANGE!! Let's work out the pretty language later, whaddaya say?
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