(the poem) Each one of us is a crooked tree, Reaching for water and light, Bending ourselves around obstacles, Scary thoughts, hurtful moments, darkness & thirst, Finding a way to breathe in the sun and hold the soil, Our branches are kinked and twisted, Because that is what it took…

What does system change look like? Does it look like highly trained systems professionals making presentations in an organization or government offices using an array of brightly colored post-its and half a dozen models? Does it look like activism? Is it closer to advertising? Is it about getting the right…

Aphanipoiesis Nora Bateson, President, International Bateson Institute Author Note Correspondence concerning this article should be addressed to Nora Bateson, International Bateson Institute. Email: bateson.institute@gmail.com If you would like to cite this paper prior to its upcoming publication in the International Society of Systems Sciences Journal please use the following citation: …

Nora Bateson March, 2021 An arrangement of notes and soundscapes in an unnamed music — -I cannot quite find where it meets me. A combining of spices I do not recognize stews into an unknown taste. I am on a road, but I do not know the landscape, the turns, …

Nora Bateson, Jan 2021 This is one essay in two pieces, like one cupcake in two bites. In the first piece, I am laying out the enormity and near impossibility of systemic change. Something I hope readers will feel in their bellies like a thud. The perpetuation of the existing…

(This is a piece that I wrote as a forward for a French book on family therapy called Les défis des familles d’aujourd’hui: Approche systémique des relations familiales in September 2020 thanks to Salvatore d’Amore) Family is the blood tie, and the non-blood tie. Bound, unbound and always returning to…

Warm Data is not an artifact. The processes of Warm Data do not produce artifacts. Information: the gathering of senses through differences that make differences in the Warm Data processes are alive. By that I mean that the way in which the senses are sensing, and the information is forming…

In the forest, boots crunching, tree tops sweeping in wind. Silence is not silent. The season is revealed in the wet soil and yellowed leaves, but time is an abstraction. Transformations are now everywhere all at once. Intimate and global, mental and environmental, economic and political. There is rigor needed…