Anna's memory of a workshop-day in February...
I am standing in the top floor room at SOAR, sunlight coming in, the view of the sea in front of me. The workshop this week is about non-violence and relations. Our facilitator Brigitte is brilliant. She seems to have magic powers to make us reflect about the dynamics of our group and our individual patterns and see it with such clarity. But this morning, I can’t concentrate. There is something going on in me, I don’t know what, but it demands space. I can’t stop crying, and I talk to Brigitte. She tells me to wait a few minutes. Then she puts me in the middle of the group, when all I want is to hide. I close my eyes, while the group sings a song about beauty, a song of beauty, while spiraling around me into a group hug. I feel the warmth, the love, the acceptance of me as I am with all my mess. As I leave the workshop to go look at the sea by myself, I am not alone. My family there on the top floor is with me with all their support and care.
Ilsa's memory of (every) arrival-day, just before everything started.
End of November - it is the end of autumn, but on the island the air is still soft and full of sweet scents. Many still swim in the sea and enjoy the gentle breeze and sunbeams on their half uncovered skin.
At the Oikia Karapanou everything is in full swing, with merry excitement in the air. Today everybody is going to arrive and our adventure is going to start. We will all lay eyes on each other for the first time, a first real hug, a first feeling, first laughter and stories about from where and how everybody got here... At night we are going to spend the first evening together around dinner, carefully looking at each person, one by one, already feeling our hearts a bit more open – wondering what will come, but also impatient to get started with this new life, in this newborn tribe, in this house.
But before those moments, there is this very special instant of silence, as if the whole place held its breath for a while... One last round in the house to check on every piece of furniture, the lavender and herbs from the garden placed on every bed to welcome the travellers. It is still so calm that you can hear the wood squeaking under every barefoot-step and one can almost hear the sunlight dancing curiously through every empty room, eager to welcome their new guests who will make this house a HOME, creating, sharing and holding countless stories...
What can I say about Soar? My personal experience in Soar makes my tongue weak. The space, trust, tools and care I was given to look deeper into myself. All the workshops, Non Violence and communication, looking at my patterns and meeting my inner child. Daily meditation, yoga, community work, way of council, giving, sharing, love, magic, finding beauty all around me, in me, people around me and nature. Spending 30 days trekking in the end of my Soar journey. My tribe, the community, me being part of something greater, feeling of belonging, connection, and trust. After a year has passed I'm still struggling to find the right words. All I can say now is:
I'm eager to learn and grow. Along with it came a new sense of what is actually possible and an inner trust and a feeling of being empowered to go my own way. A few days ago when I had a moment to myself I felt like I was able to get a tiny glimpse of the new person I might transform into over the coming six months. There's much more to find and I'm planning to welcome anything that comes .
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