Years ago, while living and working in Monterey, Ca., Margie, a co-worker, asked me to go with her up to San Jose to take the EST training. She wanted someone she knew to make the trip with her. After hemming and hawing, I agreed, saying to myself, “Why not?” The hundreds of people in the group received the same input, but in that we are all different, that input reverberated differently in each of us. I cried and cried, and I forgave (for they knew not what they did) and asked to be forgiven (for I knew not what I did till later). Of course those whom I forgave and whom I asked for forgiveness never knew this, but I reckon a Higher Power did. There had been so much pain that had been covered up with unconsciousness, and now I was waking up. It felt like festering wounds that had been covered up with bandages that now had to be peeled off so they could heal in the light and air. The process took a long time, and it hurt, because everything had to be looked at and re-lived. “Amazing Grace”: a most beautiful song.

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