Mr. Ellis Regrets

Spring                                           Hare Moon

Just the last few things left in the room.  This “room” by the way has a kitchen and a small living room.  It’s a very comfortable way to live away from home.  I might try Residence Inns again sometime.  Not too expensive either, especially if you stack it up against a mid-priced hotel.

Been googling and looking at the EZY READ atlas Tom got me.  I don’t know why they say large print.  Doesn’t look large to me.  Chaco Canyon may, to my regret, be a road too far.  Gallup is 6 hours from here, not 4 as I figured for some reason.  That meant I could have gotten there by 9 pm MST with just 4 hours driving.  6 hours after a full workshop day is probably too much.

Haven’t decided what to do yet, but I can make Denver by Friday afternoon to surprise the birthday girl in two reasonably easy days if I skip Chaco Canyon.  I’ll still want to catch something, though I’m not sure what.  Not sure what route I’ll take either.  That will have an impact on what I can see, of course.

Anyhow as of this afternoon the trip turns north, back to the land of ice and snow.

Final Workshop Day

Spring                                              Hare Moon

We didn’t work with dreams yesterday so my big dream will come up today.  I’m still excited to see where it goes.

I’m feeling a little weird here since many in the group are dealing with things like Parkinson’s, cancer recovery, accident recovery, losing an important job, serious relationship dysfunction, many but not all.

This is not to say that my material hasn’t had emotional depth, it has, but I’m at a point in the turning wheel of life where things have come together.  This wheel, like the Great Wheel, turns, too, and I will be again where it feels like things are falling apart.  That’s the flux, between times of coming together and coming apart.

This has also had the feel of an insider’s workshop since Joanne Hing (our consultant) is a prominent workshop consultant.  She knew Ira Progoff personally.  Kelly Williams, also a workshop consultant, but a workshop participant here, knew Progoff even better than Joanne.  Two of the women in the group are seriously considering become consultants.  In addition, at least three others (all this out of 12) seem to attend workshops annually.

There have been Progoff stories, worries about the future of the workshops (though they are given all over the country, in Canada and Europe throughout the year) and stories of workshops past. The Progoff work is the furthest thing from a cult I can imagine, but it has its own inner dynamics, too, like any institution.