Surfing!

Driving in traffic this morning around seven o’clock in the morning, I thought to myself should I turn around.  I looked at the damaged hood of my car to see if the engine was still smoking from the small accident that I was in yesterday afternoon.  I ignored the fear and continued to drive to Centennial in Compton, while listening to the Dragon Heir audio CD.  I stopped just before the school on Central Ave to buy a pack of gum.  I parked my car and walked up to the school to see the vice principal Zendehaus.  He led me into a classroom that had a teacher missing for over a week, and he said,”Make presentations for your Make It Move Program in here today.  Classes came in and out filled with all types of students.  African American, and Latino were the major audiences, however I spoke to all age groups.  The recruitment process went well.  The kids interact and listen, and they really do get it.  It’s wonderful how each presentation is very different than the one before it.  We explored the past, present, and future.  I used humor and personal anectodes to make it easy for them to relate to the concepts.  The seniors provide a challenge only because as you get older you get colder to fun, discovery and play.  They ultimately feel that they can do an say whatever.. just because they are leaving the school pretty soon!  I played all out today.  I used lots of tools on the spot to deliver my presentation.  My stories changed, I listened differently, and each presentation started off of different vibrations and sensations flowing around in the room.  I’m learning to catch the significance of the moment and use it to began my presentation.  I’m present to my speeches, assemblies, and workshops are really a playground where transformation, possibility, and inspiration can be caught at any moment.  I delivered four straight presentations, and kids were signing up.  Then Mr. Zendehaus walked me into the room next door.  Mostly African American kids, and a few Latino kids sprinkled around in small rows throughout the room.  This next forty-five minutes really allowed me to clearly see what identity is, feel tranformation, transmutation, shifting, and altering all happening, while im a witness!  The kids talked, talked, talked, cracked jokes, used profanity, passed lotion, talked again, and did everything in there power to distract the purpose, commitment, beauty, and freedom of this conversation.  I felt exhausted, hestitant, and annoyed at first.  I waited at the high traffic times, and just relaxed, never trying to attack, blame, or judge them.  I continued with the presentation, and allowing their booby-traps to be used for their own transformation in a way that was non-judgmental.  This experience was similar to an audition, where teenagers really want to see if you can bring it!  Can you handle a classroom full of broken promises, victimization, abuse, anger, rage, depression, abandonment, and rejection disguised as super duper loud overtalkative under-participating students.  I rocked this audition!  In a flash the energy of a new wave flowed into the room.  Everyone in this room was swept into intense listening, aliveness, and deep connection.  We are all one!  I became beauty, love, life, and world. I felt the oneness of life.  Kids dropped their ammunition and  became the possibility of community. Accept the wave no matter what it looks like, no matter if you fall or not.  Accept it! Be at peace with your enviroment!  Stay absorbed in the beauty, flow, and wonder of life in each moment!  Be present to energy, and how it continues to transform, move, waiting to always express in you, and in all of us!  I surfed for the first time today, and I trust even the most violent waves!