In 1971 after beginning yoga at the Y. . .Friendly House in NW Portland to be exact. . .My teacher Bob Czymbal invited his classes to a retreat at Blest Haven just West of Portland. I was and still am Eager.
I remember sassafrass tea, and a man with orange hair and skin who only drank the juice of pressed carrots....... . and my first experience with meditation.
We sat. There was no formal instruction. . .we sat. I decided to breeze through the 23rd Psalm. I was quite content to illustrate each line vividly in color, iridesence and animation.
The Teacher at one point stopped his meditation to ask, "Who is speeding?" I was so sure it was me at age 21 with no prior instruction. I was also sure he KNEW it was me! So I just took a deep breath and calmly proceeded. It was my last trip for many years.
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