May Evolutionary Salon begins in five days. . .

I am very mindful this morning of the field waiting for all who will be participating in the May salon that begins at the end of this week.  After many months of work and almost three hundred hours of my personal investment of time, it is almost here.  Even though I have personally done many of the actions that were needed to make this event happen, I have a sense of unreality about it.  From time to time, I find myself thinking it has all been my imagination and there is no salon.  In other moments, I feel the field and I feel all the amazing people who are moving through their personal lives this week but also, during these last few days, are preparing fot the event. I can feel people's attention turning to Whidbey Island and the circles we will share.  A sacred dance that began months ago as thought impulses in some people's hearts and minds and then as word spread and people just thought about the salon, the dance continued.  I have savored imagining Peter departing India and landing in the states on May 8th. . . Abigail returns from India on Wednesday. . . I imagine people traveling to airports. . . driving in cars. . . . all streaming to the same circle.