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.
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