On Saturday evening, Suzanne had a session with Sanaya that left everyone spellbound. Very few attendees had experienced that energy, and it was a magical evening. That was followed by her Awakened Living workshop Sunday morning with surprises for everyone. The weekend concluded with a unique
event. Suzanne had asked that each person bring a twig that day (this tied in with part of the morning's lesson), and
then she led everyone along Unity Village’s labyrinth path to the center (a former Boy Scout who shall go nameless had built a fire in a fire pit), where they deposited their
twigs, representing part of their ego self that they were ready to leave
behind.
At the end of the twig ceremony, Suzanne shared energy with each attendee by holding hands and saying a few words. Then everyone formed a circle for the final farewell.
I have been to most of Suzanne's presentations, but this three-day weekend retreat left even me speechless and in awe... The response from all of the attendees was so gratifying that Suzanne has already scheduled another weekend at Unity Village next summer (24-25-26 June 2016).
From Kansas City we
drove to Indianapolis, Indiana, where Suzanne would be presenting her Making
the Connection talk. We had dinner on Tuesday evening with Rev Bob Uhlig and
Rev Carla Golden, the ministers at Unity of Indianapolis. Carla prepared a
delicious meal, and we got to know each other well in a couple of hours, with
many opportunities to laugh. Bob even brought out their parrot, Joey; Suzanne
asked whether Joey ever had an “accident” on his shoulder; Bob smiled and said,
“Well, I try to transfer him to a guest’s shoulder before that happens…” (Astute observers may recognize that Carla, Suzanne and Bob are all wearing blue shirts... as was I... with no prior coordination!)
Finally, I have a serious admission to make. Sometimes even I make
a mistake. It happened just this week, in fact. The event shocked me… I had been
directed to the grocery to pick up a few things, including grapes. I know that Suzanne prefers seedless grapes, and I thought that I was picking up
that variety; but when I got back to the coach, she commented, “Oh, they didn’t
have seedless, eh?” “Oh, darn, did I get the wrong kind again? I fix!” I went to work with a steak
knife and started dissecting the seedy grapes, turning them into tasty,
seedless snacks. MLB was so impressed by my work that she took a photo, which
surprised me. I didn’t think that un-seeding grapes was a big deal, but
evidently she did…
Oh, Ty! Unseeding the grapes! You have just melted the heart of every woman reading your blog. This is a VERY big deal for us! It's not what you say that matters the most... it's what you do. And you did GOOD!
ReplyDeleteBrenda, Thanks for kind (and funny) words. I try to keep My Lovely Bride happy, and she did enjoy the grapes. But I am glad that she didn't ask for me to drop them one by one in her mouth as she was reclining on a chaise lounge like Cleopatra... ;-)
DeleteI bought my first pair of cowboy boots a few years back. Since meeting Leslie, I have learned much about horses, mules and riding. We enjoy trail riding and watching them interact from our house. I asked her once why she didn't end up with a cowboy. She replied she grew tired to retraining men who thought they knew everything about equine. We went to a western store once and I pointed out how good I would look wearing one of those big, silver belt buckles like some of the pro bull riders have. She gave me one of those looks Suzanne gives you...
ReplyDeleteOh well, a guy can dream right?! Brad
Brad, Sadly, I have never had a pair of cowboy boots (but the marketing manager for Chuck's has some great ideas). Having spent most of my life at sea or overseas, opportunities for riding were rare. MLB and I went on a trail ride at Bryce Canyon NP, and my horse kept leaning over the cliff edge to browse, making me worry about falling 100 feet with the beast rolling over me a few times... and then I volunteered as a sidewalker at a therapeutic riding facility for kids with cerebral palsy for two years, but retired when Clifford the Horse kicked me just above my left kneecap... Sailboats are much safer, and maybe even cheaper! I like your idea about the big belt buckle, though; they are Way Cool! Live Your Dream!
DeleteWow, wow, wow, Ty....what an amazing 3 day retreat! Your pictures capture the "feelings" which must have been palpable by all those attending. This is one for the archives. How high can we go!! :-) Lovingly, Gloria
ReplyDeleteLuckily Ty, she isn't really into Cowboys (or guys with big wads of chew in their mouth)! A sailboat sounds fun but for now I'll stick to my old fishing boat with outboard. Oh, she likes leather goods too - equine tack that is! You see where this could go so will stop here...
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