I’m in the van –with Robert, Ralph, maybe one other passenger —leaving the Santa Barbara course in February of 2002. All nerves riding with Robert; I’m a Newbie (or, having experience with GC in the late 80’s and into 1990 with Frank first as an Alexander Technique trainee and in September of 1990 as a new teacher a Re-Newbie?). I am being dropped at the bus to LAX. Robert asks me with sincere interest—a quality of interest I am unaccustomed to, a generous interest– if I have ridden the bus from the East?
Many times since I’ve thought of South American courses where this would be nothing unusual, something affordable. Out of my mouth flies a sarcastic retort, I’ve lost the exact words, the meaning is along the lines of “Duh!”
This self who replies is pure evil, sharp-tongued, locked up herself, cutting. Even at the moment of speaking, I am horrified. Who is she?
Was it that within the largesse offered me I was able to see her?
At the time the flavor of this is like the miracle where Christ drives out demons, drives out the swine. This is what I see then, that on some level this has happened.
Prior to this, when leaving the driveway of the venue, Ralph hits a bump in the drive very strongly, almost taking us airborne.
Robert turns to Ralph and says, with humor in his voice, “That bump is still there, Ralph.”
15.36 Ralph Verde, co-registrar with Bill Forth, collected me from The Upham in Santa Barbara ... Read More