Awareness Play
The Art of Constellation


   These words from David Whyte define the essence of our workshop:

"Every human being dwells intimately close to a door of revelation they are afraid to pass through. The ability to speak the truth is as much the ability to describe what it is like to stand in trepidation at this door, as it is to actually go through it and become that beautifully honest spiritual warrior, equal to all circumstances, we would like to become."

Join us in a light-hearted, subtle and interactive day of expansion and imagination.

Discover how spontaneity, awareness of feelings, and role-play lead to insights, a shift in perspectives and deeper harmony between people and within the self.


The Facilitator - Andy,Omjaya

      Although my preference is letting the play speak for itself, for the benefit of those who do need some preliminary information I have spent decades learning, reflecting and exploring issues of human consciousness. Participating in and facilitating many workshops my approach to life and facilitation has been inspired by Taoist and Zen philosophy, and the pioneering works of Carl Rogers, Fritz Perls, Jacob Moreno, Alexander Lowen, Albrecht Mahr and Bert Hellinger.

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The old monk sat by the side of the road. With his eyes closed, his legs crossed and his hands folded in his lap, he sat. In deep meditation, he sat.

Suddenly his zazen was interrupted by the harsh and demanding voice of a samurai warrior. "Old man! Can you teach me about heaven and hell!"

At first, as though he had not heard, there was no perceptible response from the monk. But gradually he began to open his eyes, the faintest hint of a smile playing around the corners of his mouth as the samurai stood there, waiting impatiently, growing more and more agitated with each passing second.

"You wish to know the secrets of heaven and hell?" replied the monk at last. "You who are unkempt. You whose hands and feet are covered with dirt. You whose hair is uncombed, whose breath is foul? You whose sword is all rusty and neglected. You who are ugly and whose mother dresses you funny. You would ask me of heaven and hell?"

The samurai uttered a vile curse. He drew his sword and raised it high above his head. His face turned to crimson and the veins on his neck stood out in bold relief as he prepared to sever the monk's head from its shoulders.

"That is hell," said the old monk gently, just as the sword began its descent.

In that fraction of a second, the samurai was overcome with amazement, awe, recognition and compassion for this gentle being who had dared to risk his very life to give him such a teaching. He stopped his sword in mid-flight and his eyes filled with grateful tears.

"And that," said the monk, "is heaven.".