From the 18th to the 21st I attended the Art of Hosting – young leaders collaborating for change training in Karlskrona, Sweden. Which was a wonderful and lovely experience. And I am thankful for everyone who made it possible.
On the second day we went into a vision quest. And even though right after the quest my mind was more blank than any help, the next morning I woke up with a quite clear picture of what I’m striving for as well as of what was living in the room and between all participants during the four days hosting, participating and harvesting.
So I wrote a poem I would like to share.
There are a certain kind of moments,
I’d like to foster.
They’re not always easy to describe.
They happen once here, once there.
Sometimes they’re long, sometimes they’re short.
There are so many different ways to experience.
Once in a while, you might like to be on your own,
listening to the nature.
Another time, you might listen to a lecturer
with hundreds of others.
Or you sit in a circle,
directed by the authority of a talking piece.
You might have to choose between
a world- and a pro-action-cafe,
Think about, wether you want an open space
or an appreciative inquiry.
But what truly matters are the moments
in which we let go of fear and hope,
in which we let go of wrong and right.
When we connect to our curiosity towards the world and us.
When we establish a feeling of trust in us and the world.
These are the moments I want to foster.
These are the moments
when learning truly happens,
when learning really deepens,
when everything becomes a teacher.