There’s the wonder of the place itself, 120 acres of fertile land perched between mountain and ocean, with hot mineral springs gushing out of a seaside cliff. The delicate Big Sur air of a late May afternoon, the midnight mist of July, the drenching February rain. There are October nights so clear the Milky Way lights your walk along the darkened garden path. And always, the sound of the sea, reminding you you’re one part of something much bigger.
And then there are the people — the people who live there and love the land. The philosophers and sociologists and theologians and psychologists and artists and dancers and writers who each have something unique to teach us about what it means to be human. And the 750,000 more who have come from all over the world for the inspiration, intellectual freedom, and opportunity to explore the deepest self as part of a community of seekers.
They come to meditate, they come to dance, they come to connect. To create, to question, to reflect. To find clarity. And they leave changed, and ready to change the world.
Big Sur, California
For a longer and more complete version of the Esalen story, please read:
Esalen: America and the Religion of No Religion by Jeffrey J. Kripal.