|| Saturday, 19th November 2011
Monasterio Nuestra Senora De Los Angeles,
Sant Cugat, Spain.
Waking c. 05.00 from a wild and busy dream with Greg Lake and Work Wrinkley Ken P. Ken was driving, reversing at around 50 mph, and I was terrified – oh no! we’re coming to the main road! Ken was not concerned. I woke, much relieved to be out of the car.
Morning Stting at 07.15.
Breakfast at 08.00. A comment on intentionality: The results are not always in accordance with the intention. Good observation.
The German’s Bulldog is back. We arrived here to our friendly re-instated Mother Superior. Yesterday in the Bishop’s office, the former-new Mother Superior was voted in, once more. Hernan has a meeting later this morning.
11.12 Meeting with The Guitars Of The Kitchen Team. Looking at a new emerging piece, beginning with counting and playing; ie a Division Of Attention exercise. Then looking at the developing parts and a sense of our place in the sonic soup; with a little more counting at the end. In this, I am only one of the Team, working to keep up with the music as it unfolds.
Personal meetings begin at 11.30.
11.40 The first client asked a question about the mind. The question came from the mind, the answer prompted another question, beginning with the word… but. This answer lead to another question, beginning with… but. My question: Where does a question come from? This produced a little flapping in the mind of the visitor. A recommendation: When next you ask a question, bring part of your attention within the right hand, and listen to yourself while speaking. The response: But doesn’t that mean…? This is a classic example of Monkey Mind at work.
14.03 T’ai Chi at 12.30. Lunch at 13.00.
20.36 Tea at 16.00 followed by good personal meetings until 18.00, then a meeting with The Disciplinarians in the Chapel. They performed Discipline superbly. I am in awe. This is a terrifying piece to play. I could not even ask to audition for this band. Then they played Schizoid.
T’ai Chi at 18.30.
Dinner at 19.00. Silence came to visit and stayed for quite a while.
Dulce de leche crepes with whipped cream: a beast of desserts. Washing up detail.
An e-mail from Tony G, following on from the question Tony asked at Raft Island: Why is life so hard?...
there's more! after i asked the question, the look of astonishment, surprise and shock on Another Crafty’s face was so fierce that i felt obligated to reassure him that i was just joking. sadly, when he realized that you were then not going to reveal this mystery to us, he looked crestfallen and nearly miserable.
From my reply…
actually, there were two answers!
More in-box action from Raft Island…
the retreat was great for me, i had lots of fun. many of us are frequently struck with wonder and gratitude at how lucky we have been, especially when we find ourselves together again, in some familiar or new combination. J and i both realized, while cooking the meal on the last evening with B and C, that the level of love and trust between us was so great that we were even willing to follow each other into failure with no qualms or regrets. (on reflection, i wonder if that is such a good idea!).
22.49 Perhaps ten minutes before the performance, a member of the Beginners’ Performance Team came to enquire the details of naming, as mentioned at lunchtime yesterday:
If a group is a group, it has an identity.
An identity is a quality.
A quality, once recognized, can be named.
What is the name of this group?
Performance at 21.00 by the Beginners.
At the walk-in, The Beginners discovered that several of their seats were being sat on by audients. I was one of them.
Their consequent standing-to-perform was unlike anything I have known at a beginners’ performance, and comparable to any: the room had presence, and remarkably so. Astonishing.
Then they began to play. Attention was present - because it had to be, given the modest skill level. Some pieces prompted sing-along-ing from the audience. Some was music therapy. Some was – conceptual, like getting the audience to sing their name from a note given them by a Beginner. Very conceptual and – well, highly conceptual. The actualization was somewhat undermined by the length of time taken to explain to the audience what was required of them. A solo song, a homage to a flat-mate, closed the set. This song was most interesting.
The Beginners left, and were invited back to do it all again, immediately. Once more, the performance seemed to be of high value to the audience. The Beginners’ entrance was the high spot. Overall, a sense of Music, musician and audience as one. This, a remarkable achievement.
The Beginners Performance Team left and were invited back to a performance by the Kitchen Team: Red. Discipline. Moving Force. The encore slot, rendered without applause to bring them back (it was unnecessary): Circulation into Eye Of The Needle. As audient, I supported the Team with the inner aspect of that piece.
Superb. This course is like no other Beginners Course. Almost as if we were up and running from the first note, and perhaps before the first note. A new beginning has begun.
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