The week before last I was in the Lake District with the folks on the two-year Natural Change Facilitator Training.

It was a watery start to the week and two people got stranded just 3 kms from the door of the lodge after driving all the way from Scotland! Lake Windermere and the rivers feeding it had flooded and the road into the lodge where we were staying was waist deep. Luckily they managed to find somewhere to stay and arrived early next morning in time for the start of the course.

It was another powerful Natural Change week. There is so much energy, commitment and enthusiasm in the group. It’s wonderful to see everyone build their understanding, skills and confidence. It is also beautiful to see each person find their own ‘way’ with the work: to find their own style and pattern.

We covered a whole range of ideas, techniques and skills – including a full-on search and rescue scenario, on a moonless dark and rainy night in dense, boggy, woodland! Luckily we found “Kamila” – who had failed to return from a solo day – alive and well (although apparently asleep) two and half hours after we started looking for her. She did look a lot like a Macpac expedition rucsac full of fleecy blankets hiding under a tarp, but hey.

It really feels like we’ve demystified Natural Change a lot – without taking away the mystery itself, which is at the heart of the work. I still feel that learning to facilitate it is a process of stripping things away, rather than adding more and more layers of new things. A kind of anti-training. And of course that central to being able to facilitate this simple, yet paradoxically complex process, is the facilitator’s own experience of their ecological self.