Dialogue is a way of being with others,

Where the energy of the group

Becomes a living archetype

A shared skin protecting each

Having connected with others

For the intent of the connection alone.

Something magical happens….

The container is a force field and ours

Is weekly tested by one of our particpants

A known ” disrupter” she entered the room

Agitated and ready to shame us

With her terrible tales of world events.

But the shield held, extending it’s arching protection

Over all of us- including the aggressive one.

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In a circle of humans, agression fumes and

It makes us work harder then we’d like….

Like the bengali – tea- boy, Pema talks about…..

I’ve got one of those tea boys inside of me

Frowning and ready to fight-

His name is ego and I’m awake.