It went well, I understood. What follows, who knows? Who follows, what is known? I did my part and there is emptiness, a yawning gap in experience How will the results play out? Who will play, who's out? On stage, in the spotlight, I get to raise my voice I am heard I am seen I am perceived That is not my purpose, however. Rather, what is worth your while? How will we make good use of the time? ("The client does the work, the client does the work") My ministry resides in involvement I facilitate your engagement with the material. My approach is relational - it's not enough to listen and watch. That's why you must speak to this partner, then to another partner Again and again. I am no one's answer I come bearing resources and ways of thinking, processing We will always run out of time I'm not interested in sales. What did you learn? Where are your thoughts taking you? To facilitate necessitates letting go The process belongs to participants Outcomes result from honest engagement (I am not the race whisperer) Opening space means folks can fall fall in, fall through, fall out They can also stride in, spread out stretch their thinking, claim their position. That's why after the fact feels hard having let go and not knowing where seeds can perhaps take root. Detachment and non-expectation become tangible practices in need of rehearsal. Planting, growing and harvesting are each their own thing, require their own seasons. After the fact is before the next Non-closure at the end that is only a meager beginning an tiny opening to a slightly larger unknown. Making peace, an act of reluctant patience. After the fact I am a full blown uneasiness A swirling escalation of nosiness. As usual I am a work in progress. At some point after the fact I will roll to a stop and rest.