collaborative death of innovation 2017

As I walk into the room

A room that looks vibrant, open, and collaborative

yet with no human life inside

I see smiles.  Yet the movements are not real to my thinking

my sensitivities are at an all time high

this space is not made for creative minds..creative thinking

the dictation admits

Only certain types of minds

to be able to function within this space

while chaos is quietly contained

so sophisticated play is not admitted

my universal mind

is a walking target

my critical view

is forsaken

“I don’t want her working on any projects”

so I’m unseen

unheard

and murdered everyday walking in that building

no true love for humankind because original thinkers are looked at as nonhuman

no respect of a new nomenclature of learning

There’s shallowness

that breaths coldness with the space

Whether it’s real or fake

it’s thoroughly made known that only certain people can partake within this turning over of ole bones of a system

Only those who are deemed competent can exist or be semi valued

While the axis of compassion, love, vibrational soul

have no way to live within it

There’s no windows to living life..no plants, no music, no dance, no living rituals that breath fresh air into the atmosphere

Super Egos rule this “game of org” types species

no humility

no fun

no dreams are allowed

Your passions are for our control and take

only disrespect of life

gives you the right credentials to paper create

The system within system within system is built for those who only see numbers, the roi, the  do-what’s told type of thinking…

innovation…that’s a play around word for old homspaien culture

Being revolutionary …creating authenticity within an inauthentic environment

an inauthentic system

means you can get killed, maimed, disgraced and murdered amongst the species of the old system

While going against the grain speaking truth

refusing integration upon deaths door

risk-taking is not valued unless you embrace the colonized mind of dominance

so a white boy can write out a CV of mistakes while embracing congratulations and people like me get a write up, a warning, or no projects.

This is a strange strange place of many strange fruits

misconceptions

rudeness for the sake of research

masked within technological pedagogy

A sad sad sad place without a care for redemption

a collaborative space of killing creative minds with no forgiveness

 

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Getting over my fear of sharing my narrative …30 day blogging challenge

Last night I woke up in an encapsulated alarm.  My senses were going off as my body pulled upward so I listened for 2 minutes then slowly I grabbed my robe from the foot of the bed.   My mind said, “Get up and work out girl!  Get out all of this unprocessed energy.” so I did.

As I walked down two flights of stairs to my dinning room, I grabbed the latest book of my longing, “The eloquence of the Scribes by Ayi Kwei Armah with a highlighter as I went further down the magical staircase of my loving home to the treadmill in the basement.

I got lost into the narrative of  prose of Ayi Keie Armah. His story moves me in so many dimensions. At some point of time, I can only long to master the art of the narrative.

After my work out was complete, I skipped up hurriedly back to my dinning room to turn on my computer.  In my inbox was A.J Juliiani’s 30- day blogging challenge.  This was a Great challenge to start off the year.  I blog to myself quite often but there was somewhat of a simple view on blogging that he shared that made it more doable.

Why Blogging for me?

  • I just want to create through narrative art.
  • Express my self exploring a new way of writing.
  • Share and exchange with a global audience.

So for me as maybe it is for most…I just want to be free through my writing.

The rules

  • Write 100 words per day, every day for 30 days (you choose the amount)
  • Publish 3 posts per week (again you choose the amount)
  • If you miss a day, pick up where you left off. Don’t make up for lost days.

So Today is my first post.  Let’s see how well I do.  🙂

#mylifeasalearningdesigner

 

A change of …

I decided many moons ago within my soul to now only study and pursue African theory, literature, philosophy, and theology.   From 15+ years of colonial education, indoctrination, and self deprivation, this feels right to my soul.  Yet I won’t follow it under a prescribed curriculum.  The curriculum of my learning hasn’t been created yet and if I choose one it will be something that will evoke change in our current systems.

While thinking loudly, I believe my sensibility and pedagogy on how I learn directly evolved from the theory and practice of engagement, questioning,  unorthodox approaches, creativity, spirituality of choice outside theology yet within the history of its existence, and of intense immersion of love. Why wouldn’t I want to create something that has more fire than the sun?   In the essence of what I share, I am who I am due to having the most loving mother that was ever created.  Anyone who has been in her presence will say she is the most giving and nurturing person in the world. So in summary,  she taught me love.  As with many black people on the earth especially in america you mother is like your best friend in a particular way.

who I am right now, is a portrait within time, framed from a small black congregation of southern thought leaders who migrated  up North due to job shifts to Muskegon, a small industrial town near the vibrant shores of lake Michigan.   The water taught me fortitude persistence, quietness, and with direct intentions of every wave and thinking that comes out of me.  I’m more than Greek mythology, English prose, Capitalism, imperialism etc.., and I am not ever losing sigt of love.  My world hasn’t been without strife yet I persist within the bleeding lines of innovation, exuberant wisdom, and continuous insights.

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I am the future and beyond.

I am learning in its authentic state.

I am more than the eye can see

I give of myself daily to high wave lengths of existence

I follow my passion and desires with intentionality.

I am strategic in every breath that I take

I am more than my breath can fill within the atmosphere of impurities

I create new universes within the realm of the  living

I am a mother of new thinking

I am a facilitator of creative systems

I am love.

In its purest essence

and so forth love what it is….is my life journey and lesson.

This world is a matrix of paradoxes

Its old. it only seeks to recreate itself.

It is time, my people to love.

welcome to my narrative art.

 

#mylifeasalearningdesigner

#thelearningrevolution

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THERE’S A CERTAIN TYPE OF LEARNER…

that loves to learn

that has high regards to their education

that values being in school

that wants to learn to get ahead in life

that believes in certain skills

that loves conformity

that loves standardization

that loves in-person learning

that can take an online course

that can take Massive Open Online Courses (MOOCs)

then there’s learners who value their creativity

they have a deep passion in change

and what they do in life is directly tied into

this passion

they have an entrepreneurial spirit

they don’t wait for anyone’s permission to lead or create

they value exploration

they champion the underdog

they are artists, designers, innovators, activist, scientist, educators, or sociologists

yet they champion the idea that everyone can learn

everyone can be apart of the learning process

learning is a fundamental right of being human

gatekeepers no longer exist

learners decide what they become

their direction is born innately within themselves

educators are guides and facilitators

ecosystems are created through community building

The learners use what they learn to better society

this is the time of creation and innovation

we cannot transform what is and what was

into the future

with the same type of mind

referencing the same type of thinking

diversity becomes a verb, the sword to murder

all the old ways

personal bias is challenged

being empathetic is an asset

It takes a new mind

with a new teacher

with new tools

to shape a new world

So here’s my siren

I’m yelling

screaming

crying

smiling

frightened with what’s ahead

yet I’m here

in it

creating movements …

The revolution begins with re-imagining  our education

The system is dead

Welcome to the new learning revolution

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