California

I’m off again, this time for ten days.  My destination is Pacific Grove, California, south of San Francisco.  The Evolutionary Collective is meeting there for five days, starting on Thursday.  We’re staying at an oceanside resort called Asilomar.

It doesn’t really feel like a vacation – or does it?  The scenery on the coast of the Monterey Peninsula is spectacular – crashing waves, towering cliffs, the endless Pacific stretching towards Japan.  But I’m here for the relationships.  I’m here to join with fine human beings in extending love across the planet.  I’m here to look deep into the beloveds’ eyes.  And actually, that does feel like a vacation … from the daily round of daily life.  True contact between people animates us.  It makes life glow.  Sounds like a rejuvenating week to me.

I could turn my analyzing mind on and predict what “growth” I will experience over the next ten days.  What “learning”, what “improvement” on the way to being a better person.  But that’s not it.  It’s really not about me.

On one level, about a hundred of us will turn up in Asilomar to enhance each other’s lives.  But it’s even broader than that.  How can our love reach over the horizon to touch folks in Paris and Istanbul, in Sydney and Morocco?  Is such a stretching outward just pie in the sky or is it true that we are able participants in the evolution of consciousness?  Could it be that every one of us is a blessing, that together we can banish the loneliness in this world?  Can we all belong?

Five days in Asilomar.  One hundred people.  The unknown could very well be unleashed.  And I get to be there.

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