A handwritten sign beckons, ‘Reach Inside’.
A call to create, to imagine.
A gang of nine gathered, chairs in a horsehoe. A refreshed Community Hall, smelling of paint and new carpet. Opening week. Martha sat amongst us.
She said, “Listen to an intersection of conversations, including yourself. Deeper into your own psychology. To note, Martha’s expertise facilitates,
‘An alchemy of great relevant questions and attentive listening.‘
She possess intuitive wisdom. Sense making while summarising, at a listeners pace. Gradual or instant for some. Sometimes nothing. But turning up is something she says.
Steve beside me expressed extreme anger. He fears his own temper. He is a big man, fists for large boxing gloves. I can imagine pain in my jaw from half of one of his thumps.
As a group, our main focus is good health. We’ve all had enough of crappy health.
I am learning. I contemplate afterwards. Like to study this stuff. See how my brain gets on. Its connections, pathways and canals and millions of tech in between.
Martha’s background is in survivorship. It’s in her introduction. Verging on working class is too. I teared up when she spoke. Felt a kinship aleardy.
She tells it as it is and was. But has a filter, audience and context depending, of course. Of course.
“Say what feels right,” she says. “Here to change minds and behaviours. No interrupting.”
Theres a pause It starts raining hard. Hammering down. Steve walks out. It’s his choice.
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