A lot can happen in a week. And generally does.
Last week, as I tentatively placed a few raisins in each of their outstretched palms, and invited them to regard the little objects as though for the first time, they looked at me as though I had travelled to York not on the East Coast mainline, but off a spaceship from another planet.
This week whilst a few eyebrows gently lifted at several points during the second in a series of three mindfulness workshops, the commitment to open mindedness and willingness to trust the process were both in clear evidence.
Mindfulness is a little like a tap slowly dripping into a bucket. You can hear it before you can see it. You feel it even quicker. Today I invited those I worked alongside to jump into their experience, and throw themselves into the present moment. We joined together in several live experiments (for sometimes the 'being' is achieved through 'doing') and investigated with curiosity the results suspending judgment and introducing compassion to formulate outcomes.
As a teacher and a facilitator of the group process, I thoroughly enjoyed the day. I was deeply humbled by those who attended. I was moved by the spirit with which they participated and felt enormous warmth towards each of them, embarking on a journey they had not envisaged the destination of which they may never know. To provide a map and a compass was a pleasure and a privilege, and together we shared an appreciation of the scenery we noticed along the way.
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