How can you Change your Thinking …

through Dialogue

A new Mindset...

Conversation type A (aka Monologue)

I give and the other does not receive. I give, but don’t consider if the other wants to receive. The other gives but I do not receive.

Conversation type B (aka Debate)

I give and the other receives. The other is either not able or not willing to give. The other gives and I receive. I’m at that moment either not able or not willing to give.

Conversation type C (aka Discussion)

I give and the other gives too. Both of us though are willing nor able to receive. Our giving comes together in the middle and creates mostly tension or otherwise emptiness.

Conversation type D (aka Conversation)

I give and the other gives and we are both willing and able to receive, but we don’t let penetrate in us too deeply what we receive. What we receive doesn’t have a chance to change us really.

Conversation type E (aka Dialogue)

I and the other give and receive in a very open manner during which interaction we know and accept that we are influencing each other. During all this we are willing and ready to change, to adapt our vision, to transform our insights.

Dialogue

DiaLogos;

Dia means through ;

Logos means “the word”;

Peter Senge: “Flow of Meaning” ;

Dialogues: “Flow of meaning in words and images through the participants of the conversation”.

Facts, Observations, Objective Data

Feelings, Emotions,

Creative Tension

Beliefs, Suppositions, Expectations, Mindset,

Frame of Reference

Strategy, Resources, Approach, Action Plan

Commitment

(PCCP)

Definition of Problem

Result: a

(temporary) Insight

Result: a

(temporary) Decision

LEARNING CHOOSING

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COMMUNICATION CREATION

APPRECIATION TRANSFORMATION

REFLECTING DECIDING

21 mei 2014

8 Loss Control Centre Belgium

Crucial Dialogue

Crucial Dialogues

A man found an eagle’s egg and put it in the nest of a backyard hen. The eaglet hatched with the brood of chicks and grew up with them.

Anthony de Mello SJ

All his life the eagle did what the backyard chickens did, thinking he was a backyard chicken. He scratched the earth for worms and insects. He clucked and cackled. And he would thrash his wings and fly a few feet into the air.

Years passed and the eagle grew very old. One day he saw a magnificent bird far above him in the cloudless sky. It glided in graceful majesty among the powerful wind currents, with scarcely a beat of its strong golden wings. The old eagle looked up in awe. “Who’s that?” he asked. “That’s the eagle, the king of the birds,” said his neighbor. “He belongs to the sky. We belong to the earth - we’re chickens.” So the eagle lived and died a chicken, for that’s what he thought he was.