I attended a wilderness healing seminar with Moss friend and her husband. It was sunny and warm, then windy enough to make every barefoot attendee question their morning choices. We were seated under a big tent......in the bur freez'in shade.
There were blankets and yoga mats., but most didn't avail themselves. Many people gave up their stoicism, and traipsed to the binkie pile, for the next 2 hours, while l looked at the snack table's hot water and tea selection....just to have something hot to drink would have been nice. I was just warm enough to remain stoic.
The "leader," giving the chat, was of Native Indian heritage.....he was telling a coyote, seeking, light to shadow story ...I missed it entirely, bc signing in with an iPad in the bright sun struggle.
The thing was entirely outdoors .....at a wilderness healing school with a 7 year program.....for students who were asked to bring friends. My Moss friends weren't students..... they'd met this group during a recent trip to South Africa. Good people. Good hearts, but the main guy was so extraverted. Won't say "charismatic" but could tell, he likes the word, if thinking about himself. Wow.....judgy much, Lighter? So judgy. I see that.
..I didn't like the way the guy answered every question with a question. I esp didn't like he did it to Moss Friend. I didn't like it when he said he could see all our energy, past, present and future and was trying to put his wisdom into terms our minds "could grasp."
How do you think it went, for me, when he asked the entire group of 35-40 people to state who they would be if there was no agenda or time? One by one.....he asked.....and would comment on what this new student or that 6th year student might say, before they answered....
annoyed. I was distinctly annoyed and annoyed at my judgement then annoyed I couldn't "make nice" for 2 minutes of chit chat at the end, when I asked if the safari vehicle broke down, or not, when, as it turns out, part of the group chose to walk back to the lodge......which required a guide, armed with a rifle, filled with 3" inch bullets and very specific instructions to follow, in order to stay alive, during the walk.
The speaker/teacher mentioned how the guide set them up for "needless worry" about potential danger, bc the cats likely weren't hungry....ummm.....he couldn't know that. Catching prey is hard in nature. A slow, chubby group of tourists seemed like easy prey, good for stuffing into trees IF a cat happened to NOT be hungry, imo.
I saw the wisdom in being alert, aware and ready to report sneaky shadows, bc the shadow would be smack in big cat hunting country. Nope, the leader disagreed and I couldn't muster up 1 "appropriate/make nice" response, so we broke eye contact and I walked to the car. I could tell, people don't often challenge, dissent or fail to fawn over this man. I've apparently lost the stomach for it.
Maybe for good.
There it is.
Maybe.
Lord, love a duck.
Who would you guys be, if no time or agenda, existed?
Lighter
