Starting the satsang became a leap of faith for me. I felt both the need and the capacity to make it happen. Living in this remote location with only about 160,000 people divided between two sides of the island, I wasn’t sure that there would be much interest, let alone commitment, to form an on-going satsang. I didn’t even have a meeting location arranged long-term so I just embraced the leap, which was a good lesson in detachment from results. I kept thinking of Easwaran’s stories of his early days in the Bay Area when he and Christine were giving talks to three or four people in a coffee shop, and of Gandhi’s admonition that “Full effort is full victory.”
The initial group of 11 souls was drawn almost entirely from the email list of a monthly open meditation group that met at the center that agreed to host the satsang. I started off by holding a four-week introductory course. Most participants had sampled a range of spiritual practices. Some had devoted themselves to other traditions, but were looking for something more or at least a supportive environment to sustain their discipline. How was I going to keep this from becoming a course in comparative spiritual practices? I held firm to the knowledge that Easwaran’s eight-point program is a sure and comprehensive guide for full spiritual development, and that anyone who felt this practice was right for them would sense the depth of what Easwaran was offering. The rest I could not control.