Happy People Are Down At The Beach
Once upon a time, a small but select group of people, perhaps we were thirty, perhaps a little fewer, gathered on a Cycladic island in early June for the first day of a week-long training with a spiritual teacher who was truly one of a kind. We were joyful for the opportunity, and hopeful for some meaningful support, especially in view of a fifteen-year economic, psychological, and values-based collective crisis that had just emerged. Early summer, mid-week, the island was at its very best; not too many people, clean beaches, sun that didn’t bite, food insanely fresh, rooms wrapped in quiet. In the late afternoons we wandered through fields that were saying farewell to spring’s green for the golden hues of the summer sun. At night we gazed at constellations…
