To Be Taught...

“When the student is ready the teacher will appear.
(When the student is truly ready... The teacher will Disappear).”
― Lao Tzu

I can tell you when I met my teacher.  ...............
......
....I can tell you the moment their voice hit my ear - and from that point forward, I was changed.

• I can tell you about the granola-goddess in stretchy pants, who has the kindest eyes I've ever seen - and how I knew from the way she stood inside the room, that she was to guide me back into my own skin. 
• I can tell you about the olive-skinned, fleshly Venus whose voice can command a stage, a cathedral, an empire (and your whole aching heart) who taught me how to move and sing.
• I can tell you about the sad-eyed clown who could quiet you, bring you to tears, have you clutch your belly in a paroxysm of disbelief and unutterable glee - with an expert wave of his hand, flick of a wrist - who showed me how to willingly bleed for what it is you Love.
• I can tell you about the beautiful heart of a woman whose very language is music - who showed me a glimpse of moving through this world enveloped in the powerful blanket of myth, devotion & song.  
• I can tell you about the slight, bearded man who shares my steadfast devotion to coffee, personalized notebooks & poetry as a way to speak to God and how he opened the door to that holy tongue in a way I had heretofore yet to step into.  
• I can tell you about the spritely blue-eyed child & the things she teaches me daily.
• About the brown-eyed man who shares my bed & my world, who (in lessons both bitter & sweet) instructs me in the language of Love (Commitment, devotion & showing up even when it's the furthest thing I desire...)  
• I can tell you about the pain in my body.
• The stranger happened upon on the street.
• The dark moments of the soul (too many to count).
• And the way the sky & sea looked as I moved about this morning's tasks.  How they caught my breath up in a rush of wonder.  A humbled, awed delight.

All of these have offered me their Teachings.
All of these have lent me their Gold, reflected back some piece of the Greater Light.

And I thank Practice - 

.... that of slowing down.
.....of listening.
...of pausing.
....of paying attention.
....of getting out of my own damn head & way & storyline & dropping into the heart...

So that I could hear them speak.  ​