Last night was such an incredible night for me. One of my Grief Recovery classes read their completion letters and will now be heading toward their celebration next week. Though I am bound by confidentiality and cannot share their individual stories, I can share about the impact of the class.
It’s not easy to be a Facilitator. Right in the middle of the class most people hit walls in various places. It shows up in all different ways. I relate, I hit my own walls when I took the program 7 years ago. Yet, to see the outcome is well worth the battle of the class. The connections, the shifts in emotional spirits and the transformations definitely outweigh any difficulties. It is by far the most rewarding thing I have ever done.
The best part is that it’s not about me at all. Sure, as a Facilitator, I have my own journey. My own lessons to learn as I guide participants through the process. Yet, each person, though they are going through the same class, have different journey’s to experience. Something that I get to be a part of, yet not own because it isn’t mine.
Yesterday, I felt like everything was swirling around as I prepared for the class. It’s amazing how intense the battle can be before a class like that. Yet, after, I just sat in awe. They were different people. I know that in the days and weeks to come their lives will be different. I certainly don’t know in what way, I just know they will have shifted.
I learned a great deal from their courage. They way they persevered and gave their hearts to a process they knew nothing about. It was beautiful. My hope is that they received from the class as much as I did from their participation. It’s the best inspiration ever.
