I’ve seen just about everyone link to this, but I have to add it as well. A really inspiring post that breaks down the allure and complexity of POSSE.
And more often than not, I find that what I need is some friction, some labor, the effort to work things out. Efficiency is an anti-goal; it is at odds with the work, which requires resistance and tension in order to come into being.
My own magic is a small one: to write in order to uncover what I think; to prefigure a future of work that serves the living; to listen intently as people speak aloud a story of themselves that is, in the speaking, being rewritten. But it is mine. For too long I have tried to make space for it along the banks, to keep one foot in the water, to speak my incantations into the wind while the river slips the sediment out from under me and pulls me ever deeper
