Shouting from Trees
In my memories of childhood, I remember my father saying: He who whispers down a well, about the goods he has to sell, will never make as many dollars, as he who climbs a tree and hollers.[1]
As a child, I could see the tree. It was an oak tree, broad and tall. I could see the well. It was made of stone blocks and had a bucket on a rope. I could even see someone in the tree shouting. I could see it. I thought I understood it. But I never applied it.
In many ways the Collaborative Practice movement stands at the intersection of the well and the tree.