Showing posts with label environment. Show all posts
Showing posts with label environment. Show all posts

Monday, 22 October 2012

A time and a place for learning






Time
My Dad used to say “There’s a time and a place for everything”. Usually, this meant that I was doing something that annoyed him. Time and place are critical factors in the kind of learning programmes that I design. I’ve always been interested in time and the impact that it has on people. When I was a student I was hooked on Anthony Powell’s ‘Dance to the Music of Time’, which follows the lives of a group of people who are changed by time. I also read Proust’s ‘A la Recherche du Temps Perdu’ in its entirety. I’m still not sure what ‘A la Recherche’ is about. But it seems to me that Proust is trying to make sense of what he has learned about himself, and the people he has known. He takes his time to explore the meaning of the loving, the dreaming and the cheating that preoccupy him. And learning, to me, is making sense of everything around us.

Place
I’ve always been sensitive to my surroundings, though you might not think so if you could see the state of my room. I work best if I feel comfortable, and I feel comfortable if I have natural light, order, and quiet. Noel Coward’s ‘Room with a view' will do me nicely. Mallarmé’s vision of ‘Luxe, calme et beauté’ would be an upgrade too far. If I had all that, I would do no work at all, because I would be too comfortable. As a trainer, I know that the look and feel of the working space can make the difference between memorable and forgettable learning experiences. This is true whether the learning takes place face-to-face or virtually. As Steve Jobs said, people do judge books by the cover.

Learning and performing
For me, experiential learning is a lot like performance art. Any learning experience requires the trainer to be set designer, choreographer and conductor. Natural light, space to move and a constant temperature of about 20 degrees create the optimum conditions for learning, creativity and strong growth. Dark, cold and cramped spaces do not work. And timing, as the best comedians know, is everything. Too much time, and people get bored. Too little time, and people get frustrated. The timing of the day matters, too. Too early, and people are not ready to learn. Too late, and people are too tired to engage. I think people learn best when they feel comfortable and challenged. And there is a tension between feeling comfortable, and feeling challenged, which a trainer can regulate by managing the time.

Five Days Learning in Bulgaria
Last week in Sofia, I worked with a team of LEAD Associates on a leadership challenge to do with energy in Bulgaria. In addition to all the people we met, time and place were key players. We apportioned time to different activities: five minutes for each person to talk without interruption in the learning trios, six minutes 40 seconds for a Pecha Kucha, 30 minutes for each conversation at the World Café, one hour for meals.  Longer for drinking coffee, tea and wine, and less time for sleep. The compact nature of the city centre meant that we could walk almost everywhere. From the cosy Hotel Diter, we moved effortlessly from one space to another. Our base in the hotel garden was airy, and the sounds of the city were energising. We used the streets for intimate conversations in pairs. We performed in semi-public spaces like the British Council, The Ideas Factory and the Tea House, meeting local people and sharing what we had learned. During the short intervals between these performances, we used the outdoor cafes in the squares to download information, and plan for the next meeting. We continuously formed, performed, and then moved on. What I learned is that good timing, and imaginative use of space were key to helping our learners make sense of the complex energy challenges and opportunities in Bulgaria. And what I will try to remember is that groups that take responsibility for managing their time, and can adapt to different environments, are more resilient, and have better learning experiences.

As my Dad used to say, ‘There is a time and a place for everything’.

Tuesday, 8 May 2012

Learning from Barbara

Barbara, Daddy and friends Photo: Nadejda Loumbeva


The quick read
In April 2012, LEAD Europe Cohort 16 Fellows and friends set up home in a villa on the edge of Sintra, an historic town near Lisbon. Matias, our host, provided the local knowledge and took us to beautiful places. We lived in an eco-friendly, creatively decorated hostel, with a huge marble kitchen table at its heart. Everything about the building encouraged communal living, including the toilets that had no doors. We had no agenda, and no formal roles and responsibilities. Things emerged. No-one got food poisoning. We are planning the next reunion already.

In Sintra we talked, cooked, ate, drank, and walked. We visited palaces and gardens. Frank told us about the history of Sintra. Pedro sang for us at supper. Our biggest challenge was decision-making. Matias, our leader by common consent, tried to help us make up our minds. One evening when his wife called to ask when we were going to eat, Matias said “Things are taking a little time. When you have 20 people with 20 opinions...” In Sintra, which is a small town and easy to navigate, we acted as if we had some intention to live independently. Some adventurous souls even went to a restaurant without any help. When we decamped to Lisbon, however, we became entirely dependent on Matias. “What can we see? How do we get there? How do we pay for the tram?”

Accepting oneself and other people
The person who made the biggest impression on me was Ralph’s daughter, Barbara, aged 3. Barbara showed me, aged 50 something, how to be. Barbara shared her bedroom with 5 snoring men most graciously. She got on with her sleeping, waking, washing, and dressing routines without a trace of self consciousness. The men complained about the snoring, the beds, and the toilets. I worried about fitting in, about being older in a younger group, and most of all I worried about getting caught in the toilet with no doors. Barbara just was.

Networking
Barbara navigated our cosmopolitan community with aplomb. She spoke fluent German and French. While Barbara was comfortable with adults she hardly knew, she was obviously delighted when Matias’ young daughter appeared. “C’est  ma copine”, she announced. When Barbara was pleased with me, she licked my hand. When I was annoying, Barbara gave me imaginary ‘coups de marteau’.

Gender Neutral
Barbara insisted on keeping her rag and her doll with her at all times. When I asked Barbara if her doll was a girl or a boy she told me firmly that it was neither a girl nor a boy. “C’est un bebe”.

Giving and receiving help
Barbara’s biggest day was on the Sunday when we went to the beach. Barbara had two falls, one on the cliff path when she got a bruise, and one in the sea when a wave knocked her over. When a child falls and cries, I freeze. I don’t know what to do or how to help. When she fell, Barbara was shocked and tearful. She had signs of bruising on her knee. After a while she recovered.

Barbara’s second fall happened when we were paddling in the sea. The waves seemed quite gentle. A few of us were knee deep in the water. Barbara was somewhere behind us. Then a larger wave came. I turned and Barbara was floating face down in the water. She didn’t get up. It took longer than I expected for 3 or 4 of us to run through the waves to pick her out of the water. 

Barbara’s clothes were soaked. Fortunately Ralph, her father, was carrying a complete change in his bag. One minute I was thinking how quickly a family outing could turn into something else. The next I was watching a protective team of adults getting Barbara out of her wet things, drying her, and dressing her. Barbara accepted the towelling and changing exercise as if she were Marilyn Monroe between takes. Her face was beatific. When Barbara fell into the water, we didn’t have any difficulty making decisions. We acted as a team.

Learning from Barbara
What I learned from Barbara was how to be myself in a group where previously I had been a leader. Being a leader can be a good way to hide. In Sintra, I was part of the group, and I felt OK. We were living in a different place, and people took on different roles. Cooks, food shoppers, and dish washers were self selecting. We managed the transition from single rooms in catered accommodation to shared rooms and self catering. We found purpose in being together without a schedule. I slept better in a room with 4 snoring men and a 3 year old girl than I do by myself at home. Barbara showed me how to cope with a toilet with no doors.