Since I was scheduled to lead a special one-day workshop on Sunday morning the 7th in Kennebunkport, Maine, we spent the rest of the day shopping for clothing and then drove leisurely north enjoying the snowy countryside, postponing seeing the ruins until Monday, after the workshop. Bessel and Betta van der Kolk had arranged this workshop months before to videotape me teaching and leading structures with people who would give permission to have their personal work viewed at conferences. Stevie Westmoreland, a PBSP trainee living in Kennebunk, offered that opportunity to her PBSP group members and sixteen were ready to participate. The workshop successful and over, the Jeep packed and Diane and I about to leave for Franklin, I slipped on the ice and landed smack hard on my right shoulder. The next day I heard from the insurance adjustors we met at Strolling Woods that such incidents are typical following disasters.
Normal concentration is disrupted and accidents that can happen do happen.
We left the hospital and stopped to have a wonderful fish dinner at a local restaurant. To our surprise, the bartender, who had once lived in Franklin, recognized us and, having seen the pictures of the fire on television and in the newspapers, came over to our table to offer condolences. Disaster has its odd, positive side, we continued to find. Our red Jeep Grand Cherokee had become our one ,single, consistent ,enclosure for the time being. We were getting used to being nomads and, at least, we had a familiar camel.