Why I Go to My Men’s Circle Every Week
Every week, about 15 men gather. At exactly 5:30 PM, the door closes. The conductor asks everyone to confirm confidentiality—what happens or is said here stays here. Everyone raises their hand. A solemn start to an evening with the men.
An important part of the circle is sharing: what’s on my mind, how I feel—my thoughts, frustrations, fears, and also my victories. It’s less about how my week was and more about how I feel now. When I’m not sharing, I listen attentively—without judgment, without assumptions.
After this round, we close our eyes and tune in. Is there something stirring? Is something “cooking,” or is there simply stillness? Whoever feels most activated is invited into the center of the circle to explore what’s present. What follows most closely resembles a family constellation—beautiful, often moving work.
Every week, what is shared touches something within me. Every week, I’m reminded that we men have more in common than we have differences. Every week, I learn to feel more clearly what’s going on inside me—and to give it a voice.
I haven’t lived here long, yet I now know a group of men I can rely on. Men who share their most intimate feelings. Men who trust each other, who show up for one another. Every one of them, beautiful men I’ve come to love. Brothers.
That’s why I go to my men’s circle every week.
A massive thanks to Adrian and Ceri, who open the doors of The House of Light each week for our circle.
Namaste.