May 30. Tuesday.
After breakfast I took a taxi to the workshop venue, at Naila’s house, a nice little house that fit about 14 people. Tali Field kindly organized this day for me, which kind of happened spontaneously after I came over to Europe, and it turned out to be a really nice training day. The title of the workshop was supposed to be, Finding Peace of Mind in Difficult Times, or something like that, which was very fitting given the terrorist bombing that had happened in Manchester. We did cover that topic a bit, but I really pretty much left it open, since it was a small group, for people to take it in whatever direction they wanted.
After a wonderful lunch made by Jane, one of the participants, I took a nice walk with Naila through a park during the lunch break, and then in the afternoon I spent most of the time having individual sessions with three different participants, with everyone observing. At least two out of the three had nice insights.
Then, another participant, Nicola, with Tali’s help, assisted me in figuring out what underground route I had to take to meet my next host, and she drove me to the underground station and was so nice to be sure I got onto the right line and train. I had to switch train lines to end up in Soho, where I was met by Peggy, who was kind enough to help me get to Ronnie Scott’s jazz club, to help me see whether my uncle’s painting and drawings were hanging on the walls. After a bit of begging and pleading, they did let us in to check it out, but I was disappointed to find nothing. However the security guard was so nice; she told me the displays on the walls changed a number of times and gave me the email address of the general manager. So tonight I write to him.
Then Peggy and I got back in the underground to take us to Clapham Common, where we met Fiona, had dinner, and here I am in the Windmill Hotel writing this.