I walk into a room of strangers sitting cross-legged on yoga mats arranged in a circle. It is the hour after a late dinner in our Bahay Kalipay Retreat Center. They are casually in hushed conversations with each other, not knowing what to expect and are using their nonchalant language to displace the mix of anxiety and excitement brought about by the sort of conversations that anticipate the different possible experiences that are known to erupt on this wooden floor. Most participants have never experienced the process, have only read something in websites, watched videos or have talked to others.
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