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For the last two weeks or so, I’ve been working as kitchen yogi, aka cook’s assistant here at the Centre<\/a>. This means I spend most of a 9-3 shift pulsing between chopping veggies for 30 or 40 hot lunches and washing piles of big pots, pans and spoons. <\/p>\n After all the cooking, I return to my cell for a like number of hours of working online, pulsing between local body and cyberspace, between GMT and other timezones, between MHA<\/a> (for profit) and sCNN<\/a> (for passion), and between current conversations and future conferences. Evenings and weekends I pulse between my two homes, here and Jill’s place. <\/p>\n I realized this morning that I’m involved in conversations in London, Chicago, Kathmandu, South Africa, Vancouver, Open Space (wherever that is) and a few other places that I can’t quite pin down on the map. It’s getting to be quite the heart stretch, all this pulsation, and a very interesting world. God knows I’m glad to be in the kitchen to keep it all ever so slightly tethered to ground.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" For the last two weeks or so, I’ve been working as kitchen yogi, aka cook’s assistant here at the Centre. This means I spend most of a 9-3 shift pulsing between chopping veggies for 30 or 40 hot lunches and washing piles of big pots, pans and spoons. After all the cooking, I return to … <\/p>\n