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Esalen

By Sharon Lia Robinson
Thursday, April 8th, 2010

Selections from Esalen Journey (A Journal of Emerging Spiritual Awareness)

Part 1, October 28, 1986-December 6, 1986  (about 56 pages)
Part 11, December 10-1986-March 5, 1987 (about 68 pages)
Esalen Massage Documentation (about 22 pages)

Introduction to the Journal:

In October, 1986 I moved from Somerville, Massachusetts to live and study at Esalen Institute in Big Sur, California.  Esalen Journey is a record of those four months in Big Sur.  This two-part journal records my impressions of the people I met at Big Sur, including insights and knowledge I experienced at Esalen. The journal also includes my poetry and dreams during those four months, my interactions with others and my insights into healing of body, mind and spirit.

I studied to be a massage therapist, taking a month long course.  Then I stayed on as a work-scholar.  I was assigned to housekeeping.  My work was cleaning the hot tubs, the guest rooms and working in the laundry.  In exchange for this work and some financial payment to Esalen, I was in a program to take more seminars.

However, I spent most of my free time completing my thirty practice massages to get my California State Massage Practitioner’s Certification.

Excerpts from Esalen Journey/Part 11:

December 10, 1986.

I am working here in the laundry

I bless the objects I work with

The sheets the furniture the desk

The baths which I clean

releasing sobs

-breath into throat –

tension lifts from neck as sobs come to life – the child, alone –  can only find love from objects –

she doesn’t want to be pushed, or rushed – she handles the objects with care

blessing the sheets

Thanking the stones

as she scrubs the baths

or the concrete floor of the shower

The sobs for the objects around her

when she was a child, lonely

in the children’s home

The sobs when

she spoke to the

objects around her

and they cared more for

her than the people she knew-

The housemothers, swim teachers

psychiatrist, etc…

The dirty candy wrappers

the books

the linen – I spoke with them as a child magician –

They gave me love –

I return the love to them now.

(End of entry for December 10,1986 of Esalen Journal).

February 19, 1987

(While at Esalen, I also gave a poetrydance performance of my creative work, accompanied by conga drums.

I met Bill Light, who described himself as a new age Christian.  He was visiting Esalen and he drove me to the Henry Miller Museum, at Emil White’s place.  Here is another excerpt from Part 11 of the journal):

Bill Light  drove me to Emil White, an accomplished painter and old time friend of Henry Miller.  Mr. White has the Henry Miller Memorabilia Museum in his home in Big Sur.  His hands are shaking because he has Parkinson’s disease, as he reads my story, “The Homeopath”  and then “The Casablanca.”

When we meet, he kisses my hand.  I can see the sensual twinkle in his eyes.  The silence in the room as he reads my words.  The silence of nature and of God.

Emil White likes my work.  He suggests I contact Grove Press and Ferlinghetti.

February 28, 1987.

I leave Esalen with the memory of our Work Scholar goodbye party – and of my last few days in the laundry.

“I trust that God is in me

I trust that my labor is holy

Out of this trust I live.” *

*An anonymous quote I saw on the wall in one of Esalen’s offices.

Leaving Esalen

(a poem)

the fire of change

new earth

air of passage

I remember

the surging waterfall

knowing

the sadness, the strength

in each new connection.

(End of journal excerpts, Part 11, Esalen Journey).

Perhaps in the future more of Esalen Journey will be published.

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3 responses to “Esalen”

  1. Ronald Bruce says:
    April 29, 2022 at 10:49 am

    I’m Bruce, Kenton’s long time lefty associate and friend. I’ve slithered into Esalen many times thru the back door, now securely blocked by a massive gate. I’ve been accompanied some of those times by various females to whom I took a lusty liking. (I slipped into Esalen once after the placing of said gate, necessitating a fence climb) I was wondering if during one of my illicit visits to the holy place (Don Juan’s power spot comes to mind, from the Castaneda books) you were toiling away at the tubs.
    My last Esalen visit was about 18 months ago.
    I now live in Kentucky, but periodically travel to Cal, Cuba, Europe and Australia. I’m. wondering if i ever met you since you seem to be associated with Kenton. We met in Vermont in the early 70s when Bernie was also living in the town I happened to be living.

  2. Ronald Bruce says:
    April 29, 2022 at 11:01 am

    PS: Bruce again. I’m familiar with the Emil White story, having been to the Miller library many times, right after Nepethe restaurant on wonderful Rt 1. I suppose in 1987, with the shaking Parkinsons he wasn’t quite the satyr as Henry used to describe him.

  3. Sharon Lia Robinson says:
    May 27, 2022 at 7:10 pm

    Thank you, Bruce, I don’t think we have met. I met Kenton in Seattle, around 1993.

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