In what framework do we practice? Once a week for a 75 minute

Is the development of your own awareness so important to you? Do you care for yourself—are you that compassionate toward yourself? Do you devote so much of your available, precious but finite life energy to cultivating the capacity for love and compassion?

The AoA framework is as follows:

• Weekly group online sessions of approx. 75'
• For now, one group will start, based on participants’ preferences, with an early morning schedule: 5:45 AM – 7:00 AM
• The agenda for a group session: (1) Reflection (approx. 40'), (2) Technique (approx. 15') (3) Group meditation (approx. 20’), where 
• Reflection: individual sharings on the experience of their practice, discussing progress and obstacles 
• Technique: short teaching focusing on specific technical elements of meditation practice
• Meditation: shared practice

That's 30 hours over six months.
For comparison, if a Netflix series has 50-minute episodes, with 8 episodes per season and 8 seasons in total, watching the whole series takes over 50 hours. 
Now, replace "Netflix" with any other activity in your life—one that, if you’re honest, doesn’t truly add much value to your unique opportunity of human existence. 
Is there anything in your life that consumes 30 hours in six months that you’d be willing to exchange for the shared practice in AoA context?

What is the AoA's approach? The gradual transformation from a "Self-centred" life into a "Compassion-centred" life  

I think this can be a short, concise interpretation of the Buddhist path—but you don’t need to become a Buddhist to embark on it.

More and more, I see my own purpose as being a bridge, helping you better understand and personally apply the essence of the Buddhist method, that is how you can elevate your consciousness through the cultivation of compassion. Which, I assume you are already doing, only you can become more aware of it. All without committing to the Buddhist path. So, that the unfolding of a Compassion-centered life can unfold, grow stronger intentionally in your life without understanding the deep symbols of Buddhist teachings. Instead of using the language of Dharma, the Buddhist teachings, we connect with each other in everyday language, within our own cultural context.
In a sense, you could say that I see myself as a kind of translator. 🙂

I strive to embody this clear translator role in leading AoA as well. I am deeply grateful to my teachers from whom I have learned Buddhist Dharma over the past fifteen-plus years. I feel a huge sense of responsibility toward them—to pass on what they have taught me in a way that remains true to my own voice while distorting it as little as possible in the process. This, to me, is authenticity.

Everything I do in designing and leading AoA is guided by the intention that it aligns with the spirit of the Buddhist Dharma. But I don’t want you to feel like you are joining a Buddhist meditation course. Instead, we experience practice together in our own natural language, within our own cultural context. Of course, this does not exclude the possibility that you may later decide to explore the source in a more traditional way—but that decision will be entirely yours to make.

What we do—and especially how we do it—always reflects who we are and where we are on our journey. This mirror has its roots in our perspective. I intend that my own perspective, as described above, is reflected in AoA as well.

Jorge Luis Borges Art of Poetry

To gaze at a river made of time and water
And remember Time is another river.
To know we stray like a river
and our faces vanish like water.

To feel that waking is another dream
that dreams of not dreaming and that the death
we fear in our bones is the death
that every night we call a dream.

To see in every day and year a symbol
of all the days of man and his years,
and convert the outrage of the years
into a music, a sound, and a symbol.

To see in death a dream, in the sunset
a golden sadness--such is poetry,
humble and immortal, poetry,
returning, like dawn and the sunset.

Sometimes at evening there's a face
that sees us from the deeps of a mirror.
Art must be that sort of mirror,
disclosing to each of us his face.

They say Ulysses, wearied of wonders,
wept with love on seeing Ithaca,
humble and green. Art is that Ithaca,
a green eternity, not wonders.

Art is endless like a river flowing,
passing, yet remaining, a mirror to the same
inconstant Heraclitus, who is the same
and yet another, like the river flowing.