Thank you so much Nadene, this is incredibly useful — and also somehow reassuring, because it confirms that this might be sort of an open space. What you wrote about unions already working with many IDG capacities, but through a different language and history, really resonates. Just recently, I attended a lecture by a union secretary from ver.di — one of Germany’s largest unions and the major service-sector union — focused on union organizing, recruitment, and collective power in "today's world" context. Although she did not use IDG language, many elements felt very aligned: mapping relationships and “white spots” in the institution, creating a small but stable active group that meets regularly, values-based communication, and especially 1:1 conversations based on active listening rather than persuasion. One sentence that stayed with me was that unions grow where people have a “place of encounter”. She also described the union as an “organized form of hope”, which I found very powerful. That connects strongly with the IDG dimensions of Relating and Collaborating — but also with the very practical reality that dignity, trust, courage and hope cannot be built through documents only. They need repeated human spaces — the kind of containers I mostly found in IDG networks like this one. So yes, maybe “inner capacities for social dialogue” or “inner development for just transition / collective voice” could become a very meaningful field. I am taking notes from your answer and will also bring some of this into a union meeting I have next week at my faculty. Thank you again for opening this up so generously 🙌

This is a more heavy one, but your question really met me where I am this week. I have been dealing with the terminal stage of my mother’s illness, and moving through waves of rage around unfairness, suffering, lack of meaning, and all the painful parts of human condition. In that rage, I found myself digging out and sifting my composter — something I had never fully done before. And then I was there with worms, half-decomposed leaves and food scraps, noticing how everything was slowly becoming soil — teeming with life within death itself. I kept thinking or maybe hoping about how decay, pain, and transition can somehow become nourishment. I am still deeply uneasy with the suffering I cannot alleviate, but I feel a little calmer imagining that her energy, too, may eventually transform into something soil-like — something that keeps nourishing life in another form. So, nudge nudge — my current condition is nudging me into the ever-present search for meaning, even in the weirdest places 🥴.

Wow, sounds like the session was so deep and relatable for this time we live in.Thank you all for sharing the insights, especially for us who missed it 🙏❤️

jimmy kimmel 😁 makes it way more easier to digest

that rare feeling of not needing validation...yet still feeling safe to share my own thought experiments openly, while learning through other people’s experiments too,..or through reflecting on a question like this one, @Nadene Canning I don’t experience that often, which is why I keep coming back here 😊