My first weekend at USM was lovely. I got off the plane, caught an airport shuttle just ready to leave (and met two fellow USM students on the shuttle), and got to my brother Den's house by mid-afternoon. Den and I took a bike ride to Whole Foods and around his Venice neighborhood and hung out and had dinner. He loaned me his car for the weekend and everything went smoothly.
In the very first class, the teachers created a great feel in the room and we started counseling each other, which was a great way to get to know a few of my 269 classmates. I met some great people over the weekend and had a nice time, but nothing was earth-shattering or amazing. It was fine.
One thing we did learn about was USM's view that underneath every anger there is a hurt - some part of us that feels unloved or unworthy or hurt in some way. Underneath that is the Loving, which is our true nature, our Authentic Selves.
After a nice weekend, I headed home, still unsure if this was the place for me. Maybe I was expecting instant enlightenment or bells and whistles or the clouds to part and golden light to rain down and angels to sing. I don't know. All I know is that I had a lovely time, everything went smoothly and easily and even effortlessly. And although I had no great, compelling reason to keep going, there was really no reason not to either. My kids had had a great weekend with Chris, everything went smoothly and easily for him, and nobody was traumatized by my 3.5 day absence.
I guess I'll go back next month.
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