It turns out that values are a deeply personal thing.

I imagined, at the beginning of all this, many things.  I imagined we would have twice as many people.  I imagined I would write monthly updates, here.  I imagined a more intellectual experience.

But that’s the beauty of humans.  You never know what will happen, and over the years I’ve found that the best thing is to be prepared to not-know, that that itself is its own state.  So Instead of what I imagined, we have had these small, deeply personal, deeply *deep* conversations.  There was nothing to say in public except “it’s going well”.  Half the work happens underground, anyway.  More than half, probably.  And yet, our participants keep saying how much they appreciate it, complicated and deep and fragile and beautiful as it is.

We are almost at the end. I’m looking forward to November and December, and then somehow we will be done. 

It has not been what I expected, but I definitely count it as a success.