“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...