Something very odd happens to me when I lead workshops. For a small window of time — perhaps the duration of a weekend gathering — I am temporarily “okay” in a way I don’t quite experience in my daily life. Ordinarily, like many of us, I am usually embroiled with what George Bernard Shaw called “this bundle of grievances and ailments.” Yet somehow the gift of leadership that a group bestows allows me to set my own story aside and focus all of my attention on what others need. And trust me, that is no small achievement for someone like me who tends to gravitate more in the direction of introversion and self-obsession. With gratitude to the Great Mystery that does the work, I must confess that the results of my groups are always, without fail, incredibly magical and healing, and generate a tender love bath for both participants and myself.
