My overall impression
Astounding. Out walks an apparently unassuming and understated man in casual clothing; an hour later you’re transformed via what seems, as you attempt inadequately to describe it, a monologue that begins with a simple question to the audience, uses relationships (and one specific relationship)as it dances into belief and belief systems, seems to wander—-I emphasize “seems,” as this casualness is a hallmark of the master storyteller—through meta-observations about teaching (and learning even more lessons via the people you are ostensibly teaching), and encompasses…hmmm…oh, those core relevancies we would often prefer to walk around before Sacre circles and comes back to the initial question. You are now reframed and prepared to answer in it in a way, or ways, you did not have an hour earlier, although these responses may take some time to mature. Subtle, funny, open and honest, this is completely engrossing storytelling at its very best. Sufi teaching stories, mythologists, and Ericksonian hypnotists have nothing on Sacre, and the concidences (or Jungian synchronicities, take your pick)which followed me home after hearing him—a car radio news item about the miraculous, the homeless man who wandered across the street as I was stopped at a light, the odd way in which my cat sat and greeted me on the steps as I returned, along with the woman who walked up to me and began a conversation with me at 7/11—all seemed to entwine and, in some odd and inexplicable way, make “sense,” shine light, and leave me beaming the day after. One big WOW.
