A Place in Space: August 2008 Archives

The first act of will is to decide that time does not matter.

Immersed in the presence of this new language, I forgot that I was here for a reason! "We know you love your metaphors," Rachel teased before I came. The other roommate just laughed. :-)


Lauren described my fourth rock balance as "precarious." Ah - momentarily I recognized myself. "Taut control," said Andy Goldsworthy in an excerpt of a video we watched, "can be the death of our work." As the workshop ended, during the closing circle, Rita recalled Lila's introduction of Hermes, the god of boundaries and the travelers who cross them. (Hermes is also the god of thieves: what greater boundaries are there to cross than those imposed by custom and law? (shhhh!))


I had forgotten. Our teacher, Lila Higgins, spoke first in the closing circle, describing the cairn she'd built a few days earlier at the crossroads leading to our final rock balancing site,





and her delight in communion with the unknown balancer who had rebuilt it in the days since. Listening to her, my consciousness was nudged to remember: I was here to mark the current turn in the trajectory of my life. Then, after others including myself had spoken, Rita recalled Hermes. How had that god slipped my mind?! It seems I had achieved - if only for a short while - the intention expressed by another workshopper,

We watched videos of Bill Dan building rock balances, and also of George Quasha. My mind required time (exposure, continuity) to shift from its usual operational state-of-consciousness (ahem) to this altered perceptual state "charged with an air of contingency" in which time has no substance. For hours at a stretch, I experience only concentration and sensation: ripples of subdued emotion (annoyance, tenderness, impatience, resolve, fear of failure, renewed commitment) and yearning for that satisfying moment when the rock finds its place.

Will my intellectual work emanate a similar resonance? I hope so. :-) I have felt similar types of 'click moments' in the past. Trusting them has led me here - to this junction, where I discover conviction deepening without reducing uncertainty.





Carter Ratcliff introduces the artistic ethic of George Quasha (who is inspired by John Cage) with words that likewise describe the ethical center of my action research goal:

More photos of rock balancers and some rock balances produced during this workshop are on this page at Lila's rockbalancer site.

See also hickoree, rebranca46 (Rocks Balancing), and bebalance (Super Balance: Birds, Bottle, Bricks, Birds Again...).

The problem with democracy - real democracy, in which everyone actually has a say - is that there is so much waiting. I am generalizing from recent revelations acquired while participating in a second tubing adventure with a bunch of friends. In particular, an exchange with LavaMan (an ideal male specimen) showed me something about myself that I suspect is not uncommon.

The first tubing adventure I had to work with suppressing frustration; the second time I thought I was prepared (indeed, I was). My emotional experience was fine - either because I had already 'gone through' the frustration previously (and managed it), or because some part of me was prepared for things to go 'this way' again ... or (probably) a combination of both. I was not wrapped up in the struggle of decision-making either trip, just a recipient of the process and outcome. A bystander, I guess, but an observant one, aware of the implications of my passive participation.

At one point, standing around the parking lot waiting for the downstream vehicle delivery people to return, a pal suggested no one knew what was happening - which was accurate: none of us had the whole picture in mind (where everyone was, who was doing what, what - in total - needed doing, etc). And - we all knew what we were doing: going tubing! (How hard could that be?!)

A few leaders emerged (trying to organize the group in certain directions) but there was always a competing idea or suggestion, so implementation was slow. These dynamics are not new or unique; indeed, I design curriculum so that students have to encounter and engage these dynamics, in order for them to practice how to negotiate roles and identities in uncertain social circumstances.

The crucial learning moment for me came on the river a few hours later. I had realized a couple of guys were behind us, and one of them - a first time rafter - had been described as "struggling" by a friend just a short time before. So I thought, well, I'll wait for them; they are the last two. I wondered about one other guy, who had been behind us earlier but I had an evanescent impression that he had floated on ahead of me at some point.

The pair came by and informed me that Jake was still behind. I waited awhile longer. As the time stretched, my doubt grew. Surely he couldn't be that far behind? He knows what he's doing anyway, so I don't need to worry, right? And, I did have that sense that he had passed me, hadn't he? Eventually, I noticed the guys had pulled off - waiting - for me? I didn't really want to hold up the show with my own stubbornness . . .

I caught up with them, and LavaMan insisted Jake was behind us. He engaged my questioning process calmly, as I worked through the arguments pro-staying (based only on a guess?) and con-staying (if he hasn't come, he can't - we'll be better able to reach him from upstream; and he might be in front of us). "Let's wait five more minutes," the LavaMan proposed, "if he doesn't come by then we'll leave."

I had a suspicion he was just angling for more time to flirt (!), but lo-and-behold . . . here came Jake.

Wow - what had I been thinking? Even though I was told, "I just saw him," and "we passed him doing something on shore just before we saw you," I was ready to up-and-leave on the much-less-certain perception of my own "knowledge." Ouch! The implication is hard to escape, no? I didn't trust someone else's judgment - and not even over something that I was sure of, but something that I wasn't actually convinced of myself! Why?

The doubt disturbs me: not only as a reflection on me and how I orient to others, but as an indicator of a cultural bias against waiting (in particular). The evidence abounds - I witness it during interpretation when participants complain about how long the communication process takes, I see it in the levels of impatience and frustration expressed by students while they adjust to alternative learning structures - and now I get to recognize it, so blatantly, within myself.

The impulse, it seems, is to hurry up and end the waiting. The solution is usually proposed that "a leader" is needed. Well, I think, "yes, and." Yes, we need to agree to follow specific suggestions from particular people, and I'm not sure we have to take all the suggestions from only one person. At some point, in a healthy collective, we know each other well enough that we ought to be able to acknowledge who has skills in a given arena. Perhaps it is my imagination, but don't we know each other well enough, by now, to have a good sense of who makes good decisions about various kinds of things?

The question, then, becomes not "who will lead," but "when will I suppress my doubt"?

I found

while prepping the final lecture for the intensive summer course on interpersonal communication.

Robin, Tim, Rachel, and Hari were unaware that we were celebrating an exertion of The Force, accomplished earlier today with the incomparable technical help of Brion.

My first Flash animation was added to Reflexivity, partly building upon an idea implanted by The Lord of the Sky, that I really should try to make my blogwriting more comprehensible - even going so far as to feature a weekly theme or some such. :-)

Since several friends (four, and one of them twice!) felt compelled (within the same week!) to give me feedback on my blogwriting, I thought to myself,

Meanwhile, intuitions, intimations, and other hints of possible futures suggested this idea of a blog category dedicated to the parts of the dissertation that will never find their way in to the official dissertation, because

a) I will never know enough, by myself, to actually make the case, and
b) my committee's job is to keep this effort within some bounds of reason.

Nonetheless (because what else is life for?!), I echo Mma Ramotswe: