From the moment I start thinking about the date for the Bodysex, it starts the ritual. The sensation is to keep alive the ceremony more than replicating a workshop. It’s something that connects me to the journey of wisdom that Betty Dodson launched in the 60s, and I want to perpetuate.
By setting the date to celebrate the next Bodysex, I start to have a clip in the stomach with the “countdown effect.” The days fall, tasks multiply, attendees confirmed, and everything culminates in a great swirl followed by a time when the room is ready, the attendees are about to enter, and calm appropriates all as after the tornado.
Once inside, the weekend becomes the pleasurable experience that got me hooked from the first Bodysex.
Those two days run so fast that we were always wanting more.