I'm going to tell you a story about bending a spoon. If you think I'm going to share a magic trick with you, please stop reading now.
Many years ago a trusted and respected colleague shared stories of spoon bending with me, sending several pictures to me by email. Said the spoons "bent like putty". Real spoons. Real restaurants. Including ones where the person was asked to leave for destroying the cutlery. I was intrigued. I wanted to do this. Desperately. I tried everything I could think of, to no avail.
I later attended a health coaching 12-week program with this colleague, an online session that kicked off with all attendees attending a weekend kickoff. If I remember correctly there were about 60-80 of us.
After a break we returned to our seats in the lecture area and there were spoons on every seat. I knew what was coming but I don't think many in the room did. I picked up the spoon and there didn't seem to be anything special about the spoon. I tried to bend it but did not. The participant beside me tapped me on the elbow and asked if I knew what this was about. I told her that it was going to be a spoon-bending exercise. Combined with a convincing nonsensical, doubting look, I was informed that this participant did not believe in this type of thing.
The leader of the session began. I can't remember exactly what the lesson was but I clearly remember the outcome. The doubting person beside me tapped me on the elbow again, smiling and displaying a spoon almost bent in half. I smiled back. And then ..... I frowned. My spoon didn't bend. I was ticked. What had I done wrong? Was this all hocus pocus? Why were many able to bend their spoons and I was not? End of story, right?
Nope. As we went to another break many were talking about their experience with the spoon-bending session and showing their bent cutlery to others. I was an observer, not a participant. I kept trying to bend my spoon. Nothing. At one point, I looked across the room and saw two people engaged in conversation. After previous interactions I had made it my mission to connect these two. As I saw them conversing, I tried to bend my spoon once again. And it bent in half. Like putty.
I keep the spoon on my desk as a reminder.
Several months later I saw a twitter storm taking place about a spoon-bending session being offered at a university. I was intrigued. But as the twitter storm continued, the spoon-bending session was cancelled and other things happened. There would be no spoon-bending at this university "because it was hocus pocus".
Does the story end there? I don't know. What I do know is that I bent my spoon. And so did many others. What I don't know is how to describe to you what happened.
But I have a message for the skeptics. If you can tell me how I and the others bent our spoons, I will add that to this story. If you can't, and until you do, I respectfully request that you accept that you're not clear on what you're skeptical of.
There's a lot of things we don't have scientific answers for, but that doesn't mean they aren't real. I look forward to the outcomes as we explore the unknown and the unclear.