Applications for 2026-2027 Class are now being accepted.
Deadline is July 15th or when the class fills, whichever comes first.
Classes begin September 26, 2026 and end June 12, 2027.
Tuition for full program with 2 in-person meetings, 6 day-long virtual meetings and one 3-day retreat, including meals and accommodations: $1250
To apply, fill out either the online or fillable PDF application form below. Also please provide the link for the letter of recommendation to the person from whom you are requesting the recommendation.
Application Form:
Online Application (Preferred)
OR
Letter of Recommendation Form:
Online Letter (Preferred)
OR
*Note – If using a phone or tablet with the fillable forms you may first need to save it to your device so that the form becomes fillable.
Upon receipt of your application materials and reference letter, we will respond in a timely fashion so that you can plan accordingly.
Flexible tuition payment plans are possible and there is also limited financial aid. If you request financial aid in the application, you will be informed of the amount with your letter of acceptance into the program.
If you have any questions, please email Brandon (weaverb@gmail.com) and we will be happy to respond.
Tuition Payments
(Pay only after acceptance letter received)
How You Loved Me
A Poem by Steve Garnaas-Holmes
That without a word you sat with me in grief, me wounded and alone, robbed beyond grasping, you silent and present, beyond grasping— this was love.
That you did not save me but accompanied me,
that when I fell apart, confident in the whole you did not try to glue back the pieces,
that you did not protect me from my pain, my heart’s crucial kneading, did not root around in the ashes looking for blame,
that you resisted the temptation of explanation, the ruse of a plan, some clever dramatic device as if the click of some little metal piece into place could dismiss what was happening in my heart,
that you set me no timetable, that you planted no fence beyond the strong horse of my anguish,
that you withheld your dexterous knowhow, so readily shouldered the weight, accepted the nails of powerlessness, dared the nothingness empty-handed,
that you were still there as the petals fell, patient for the rolling away of the stone—
this is how you loved me, helpless, raw and given.
This is how you love me still, since love that has passed through death will never die again.