Sylvia's Journal

I woke up with a piercing headache. This conference is about having your mind blown. Something like that happened last night in the opening session when I found myzelf exploring Plato’s cave with Indian gentlemen. How’s that for starters? Or maybe it is simply the thick yellow pollen that covers everything.

Yesterday we used up our allotted Board time, not planned but still all the way up to lunch. Finally there was the long awaited process check. Not always easy but quite honest and direct. We ended on a high note, waved goodbye to our outgoing members and transferred voting right to the newbies.

I left to pick up Axel in Manchester and we returned just in time for the opening reception. Word about our accident had reached some and not others and so there were some gasps and then a quick up and down scan, “What? You look just fine!” A fellow pilot drew a small Piper Cherokee on my name tag. One of my dorm mates is also a pilot. They are everywhere!

The after dinner kick off session by Bill Torbert and Joan Gallos was staged to ‘Blow our minds,’ as per the conference slogan. It did, and so now this headache.

I am trying to introduce this crowd to the notion of public note taking and, in its more advanced form, graphic facilitation. What better way than to invite Sita to scribe my session on Friday? She has agreed. It may be more of a draw because of her.