Saturday's classes was an experience of hope and thrill for me. I went through the usual panic to have everything ready - nothing was perfect, but everything was good enough. There were 8 who came, mostly new people, and we went through the basic practice, step by step, until everyone was on board with what we were trying to accomplish, and we talked more in a flow. We talked about the flow of the current moment as it affected everyone of us - no theory, no argument, no opinions, no distractions from the present. There is something about doing that that seems to open us up. We start to look for what we detect in the moment, rather than what we think about it. People discover emotions and share what they probably would not have expected to share in a class such as this. People became more real. Of course, this is my perspective - I don't know if everyone felt what I did. But there were some tears, and I felt almost moved to tears myself at one point as I watched people letting down walls and trusting the safety of the space more.
For me, the classes are becoming an odd mixture of the intellectual, emotional, and spiritual, somehow all flowing from a point of focusing on the present and sharing our real-time feelings.
In the second class, we managed to cover two topics - stories and groundedness. I felt like groundedness was too important a topic to leave out of a foundation class, and it managed to all fit into the time slot without feeling rushed. I always feel like there is so much more I want to teach and share when the time is up.
The passion of this topic is bringing up in me the old thrills of feeling like this might just be a catalyst for someone moving to a higher level in their life. To be part of that catalyst brings some of the greatest satisfaction I have known.