Some years back I did something that was pretty out there for me: I attended a spoon bending class. Well, actually it was a fork bending class, because forks are a bit more challenging, but it was the same idea.
A friend of mine and I were planning a trip to Sedona where we would be attending a retreat, and the spoon bending class was being offered by the retreat leader the evening before it was to begin. My friend had taken the class before and was interested in doing it again, and she asked if I’d like to go with her. It was a bit out of my comfort zone, but it sounded intriguing, so I said yes.
We gathered in the room that evening, about 30 of us, and when the class began, the teacher, Gene, assured us that before the evening was done each of us would succeed in bending at least one of the forks he would give us. He then named the thought we were all thinking to ourselves: “I’m going to be the only person here who won’t be able to do this.” We all laughed. It’s like he was reading our minds.Continue Reading