I was invited by Lori Warmington, the founder of the Aspen Grove, to a retreat in the New Year at St. Benedict’s monastery in Snowmass, Colorado. The Aspen Grove is dedicated to cultivating and supporting conscious action that arises out of stillness, which is a characteristic of Presence.
The Benedictine monks had secured the privacy of a valley, and the stillness of the low mountainous surroundings, cushioned by glistening snow, provided the perfect setting for our retreat to the center of inner stillness.
The twenty of us gathered on the first day, some knowing others in the group already, others like myself first-timers. Three days later, we were all in love with our One Self.
The retreat was minimally structured. This allowed for each of us to sculpt the experience to our personal requirements, while creating a collective oneness out of our diversity.
Each time we met in sanga, the stillness was deeper, sweeter, more intoxicating.
In one instance, we broke into dyads to pose a question to the stillness in the other. My partner for this prefaced, oh so slowly, “This may take a while. I have been lost in stillness and find it hard to come back to using words.”
Of course, the words that eventually emerged from his stillness were sterling.
We were pioneering what the possibilities are for a world that practices stillness and takes action from this sacred space within us all. I felt like we were in a spiritual laboratory, pressing to discover new frontiers in human consciousness.
When it came time to leave, we all felt a sense of completion in that we knew right action would result from our retreat into stillness.
We didn’t need to know what this would mean for each of us, or for the Aspen Grove. That would be going back to the “old” way, relying on the limited thinking mind and our separate sense of self to make things happen from “efforting,” instead of turning to stillness, which is the womb of all true creativity.
I am now back home, and Namaste Publishing is in the home stretch to the launch of our new inter-active website. My team is ahead of me on most fronts and letting me know that I need to tend to my knitting now to get things completed.
How perfect it all is. Life is giving me an immediate opportunity to continue my practice of going into stillness periodically during the day, and allowing my actions, my work in the world, to flow from there.






I was also in Snowmass as a part of this gathering and have been part of each Aspen Grove gathering as their experiment has unfolded (in the eastern U.S. and recently Colorado). As I wrote recently in KOSMOS journal (under Readers), today nearly every deeply-rooted spiritual practitioner has a glimpse, or even a felt-sense, of the potential of collective consciousness in real-time "manifest action". However, the unfolding of the tones, modalities, and atmospheres in which that shared experience can authentically arise has not been an "easy" journey. There has been a lot of learning about the "not-twoness" of The Stillness and our own salient skills....the "not-twoness" of The Stillness and our own Conscious Choices.
At Snowmass there WAS a big breakthrough. The "Collective Teacher" arose from a "seeing" and "welcoming" by all, coupled with an embracing of the skills available in the "so-called individuals" within group. "Many Spirits, Hearts, and Hands became One Spirit, Heart, and Hand" as Brother Wayne Teasdale used to say, a pioneer of this work. I can only say "you kinda had to be there" but I think you get the "jist". Or, "You know it when you see it", etc. Yet, this is still no guarantee that every experiment like this will "succeed", even for Aspen Grove. We are really at the beginning of the evolution of this collective process.
How beautiful! May the collective stillness arise and envelope everyone.
Constance, I loved this post! I could feel the Unknowing twirling inside me in response to the truth distilled into your words.
I, too, have gasped at the ridiculous inadequacy of words to reach out to who I am in everyone and everything, and they in me. This wondrous Communion is unspeakable, and yet we try because these small words born in Truth contain the seed of the Formless. This seed seeks us for in some divine mystery we are its home.
What a ride this is.... I look forward to seeing what you are knitting! :)
Warmly, Amber