As usual, Barry admonished us at the beginning to keep our introductory statements down to ten words, so that everyone would have equal time and attention. And as usual, many of us did cut it down very short. But, also as usual, a number of other people had no problem expatiating at great length, some even gracing us with little performances. Only a few of these speeches were finally curtailed by Barry.
This left me wondering. Am I just being a sap? Am I just an obedient Mama's boy, falling for the same trick year after year like a fool? I know that the kind of Reichian-inspired bodywork/talk-integrated emotional healing work that I do is very unfamiliar to most people, even to many who consider themselves practitioners of somatic psychotherapy. And I know that those few words that I allow myself to utter in the circle just blend vaguely into the general cloud, conveying very little real idea about my practice. Even allowing myself thirty or forty words would at least constitute some clarification. But somehow I never do. Maybe next year I won't be such a good boy. Or maybe Papa Barry will relax the rule a little, but be a little stricter about enforcement.