Art of Hosting UK - day 1

Listening to the voices

Morning. We greet the sun. The sun welcomes us. As awareness builds, rays of light are reflected by our eyes. The sun is rising. Inside and outside. Deep silence. The silent majestic green of the nature is slipping from outside within. We look in each other’s eyes. They speak the truth. We are slowly coming here.

Check-in. The eyes carry voices. The voices unearth stories of the past. They become real, gain life and shine in the sun, in the middle of the circle, guarded by the angels. There’s a rattle of angels’ wings at every breath. It’s so soft… it’s so much filled with life… it’s the gift of listening. We all come from all over. We are so diverse. Still, we arrive as one.

The magic is formed. The walls are falling. The spirit is here.

We celebrate. The buzz over lunch fills the valley and honors its past. Its purpose.
Teaching. The space has changed. We have changed. We listen again, with intent, we discover the meanings from others that found them and we embark on their path. There are questions. There are answers. There are even more questions unformed.

The rhythm breaks. It’s the chorus. The chorus that builds the world café. Our voices rise again, forming the song of the thoughts. Thoughts circle around and become gifts. The gifts are laid on paper. They are offered. We learn to take in and receive.

We end the day. The tree centers us. We make sounds and play and get used to being with each other. Thank you tree!

PS: grateful for i can finally write again...