Being Space Bend came as a whisper of a vision. Then just wouldn’t stop whispering until it was heard.

This space exists for this.
To return to what’s already here.
To remember what’s never been gone.
To sit in stillness, together. And sometimes giggle about it.

No gurus. No striving. No enlightenment trophies.
Just floor cushions, warm tea, and the kind of quiet that never demands anything from you.

It’s a place to be seen, to rest, to stop performing—and maybe, finally, just be.

The Being Tending The Space

Being Space Bend came through this form—Derek—not as a plan, but as a persistent whisper.
A presence that wouldn’t leave. A remembering that refused to fade.

Ram Dass once said, “For what one man has to offer to another is his own being…”
That’s all that’s offered here. Nothing more. Nothing less.

There is no teaching. No instruction.
Only presence. Only reflection.
A quiet, shared remembering of what you already are.

Where everything that could be said… dissolves.
And yet:
You are seen.
You are witnessed.
You are allowed.

This form—Derek—simply tends the space so Being can meet itself again.