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There are usually fifteen to twenty-five people at our Tuesday morning conversations and today I was supposed to lead the conversation. I did have a couple of things I wanted to bring up to discuss, BUT disaster struck. About half a block from our meeting place, Dudley’s bookstore, I realized I had misjudged the time and was almost an hour late. I had gotten so engaged in a conversation that the forty-five minutes I had scheduled for that event somehow turned into an hour and a half. Yikes! What to do, but go in and face the scorn.

Fortunately for me, things proceeded smoothly without me and they were all deep into another conversation about coping with life and were all high as clouds on that fun stuff. I sat without speaking for most of the remaining hour, not wanting to break into an ongoing theme of which I wasn’t fully informed. When I did speak I was able to weave what I was planning to bring up into their thoughts. It was about Sunday’s labyrinth stroll.

My explanation of “How can I help you?” spoken to the rocks of the labyrinth fortunately developed into a good presentation and didn’t seem at all crazy when it became clear that this procedure was a proxy for speaking to other human beings. I was approaching each of these new situations, asking a deep question to a unique entity and then importantly was looking carefully at that other being. In this case, the new beings were unique rocks, and I was concentrating on seeing them and their relationship to their unique reality. This is easier to do with rocks than it is with people, because people are more distracting, and therefore using the rocks has an advantage. While doing this procedure without distractions one can hone in on the details of how that habit should be constructed.

It was well received and discussed for a while and as that came to an end Douglas asked me, “How may we help you?” I hadn’t thought about that and paused for several seconds slightly baffled and then said, “By paying attention to me. … Isn’t that what we all want? When we choose to put ourselves forward, to be listened to and to be heard.” That seemed to resonate well with the group and we came to our om time. Which went normally, but when it finished we did it again as I proposed: Each person went up and down in pitch and volume and tempos for several seconds and then we all blended together into a group om.

The whole procedure was divine; we headed home with smiles on our faces and laughter in our voices.