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The first training session at The Anchor Institute was a mix of nervous excitement and profound hope. Twenty-four trainees from all walks of life had gathered for a year-long intensive program designed to immerse them in the theory and practice of art-based community healing. They were a diverse group—a therapist from an inner-city clinic in Chicago, a teacher from a reservation school in South Dakota, a former soldier working with veterans in Texas, an artist who wanted to use her work to support refugees in California. Leo and Silas felt a huge weight of responsibility as they welcomed the trainees on the first day. These people had put their lives on hold, had traveled across the country, had invested their hopes and their savings in the promise of what The Anchor Institute had to offer. It was a huge leap of faith, and Leo was determined not to let them down. "We are not here to give you a set of techniques or a manual of best practices," Leo told the group as they gathered

Twenty years after receiving the Presidential Medal of Freedom, Leo, now in his late sixties, sat on the deck of his home, sketching in his notebook. He was older, his hair silver and his face lined with the map of a life fully lived, but his eyes were still as clear and vibrant as ever, and his hand was steady as he drew the familiar landscape of his valley. Silas, also grayer but still strong and vital, came out of the house with two cups of coffee, moving with the easy, familiar grace that Leo had loved for more than three decades. He handed a cup to Leo and settled into the chair beside him, a comfortable silence stretching between them. The Anchor Institute had become a global institution, with affiliated centers in a dozen countries and a training program that had produced thousands of healers who were now working in communities all over the world. The research that had begun with Dr. Martinez had blossomed into a new field of study, and art-based community healing was now