Greetings Dialogos community - my first thought on reading this was to remember (Covey?) the general idea that if you would like to be heard, you must first learn how to listen. My second thought is (I work in Washington, DC) how to rise above - and find this missing commonality in this harshly divided political landscape. My third thought is acknowledging that you have really nailed it with the concept of the lack of commune, or huge growth of this lack. Final thought, THANKS for creating at least one space where we can at least agree to talk about these things!
Great points. The question of common sense requires some common perspectives. In many ways we are more connected virtually than ever but disconnected from a common experience. A lot to think about here.
Great insights, thank you Dialogos! I can experience the huge difference that bonding to a community makes: with my neighbors, my colleagues at the office, or strangers at a local café. As a start, I miss the former atmosphere of French cafés in Paris. They used to be a place where people from various backgrounds would chat and connect. They are now tunnels of missed connections.
Greetings Dialogos community - my first thought on reading this was to remember (Covey?) the general idea that if you would like to be heard, you must first learn how to listen. My second thought is (I work in Washington, DC) how to rise above - and find this missing commonality in this harshly divided political landscape. My third thought is acknowledging that you have really nailed it with the concept of the lack of commune, or huge growth of this lack. Final thought, THANKS for creating at least one space where we can at least agree to talk about these things!
Great points. The question of common sense requires some common perspectives. In many ways we are more connected virtually than ever but disconnected from a common experience. A lot to think about here.
Great insights, thank you Dialogos! I can experience the huge difference that bonding to a community makes: with my neighbors, my colleagues at the office, or strangers at a local café. As a start, I miss the former atmosphere of French cafés in Paris. They used to be a place where people from various backgrounds would chat and connect. They are now tunnels of missed connections.