From My Perch: The Choice was Mine Alone
Happy Happy Joy Joy
Gratitude for a long list of wise-teachers that arrived in my life at the right moment.
Delighted by how they revealed themselves in many forms… sometimes human, animal or natural.
Appreciative of that quality, because it taught me to deeply, steadfastly listen … and to be humble.
It’s clear that when I was ready to ask for guidance, then and only then could I see the teacher in front of me. Naming my pride and arrogance, and melting my heart was the required action. Then authentic guidance uncloaked itself before my eyes.
“When the student is ready, the teacher appears.”
But the best part is the sweetness that very few speak about. And that sweetness is how the wise teacher reveals how I can nurture, heal and instruct myself … and then disappears as fast as they appeared. Poof!!! Once revealing the work before me, the choice was mine to carry it out. Nary a hint of pity, sympathy or even concern. Total trust.
I like this experience of Freedom.
I may never be “the best student.” But I am, and continue to be … willing.
And so the teacher continues to appear, for each turn of the wheel.
And in my case, I became a teacher, too. It was now my task to recognize when the student was asking. Watching them stop the world and melt their own hearts. Only then do they recognize me, too. Ah, there you are.
And I have learned what every teacher learns … “The student is often the teacher’s teacher.”
Perhaps we are all taking turns as teachers and students. Sigh. 😉
I’ve tried to model what was given to me. Sometimes with grace, sometimes with bumps.
The uncloaking entrance is as important as the poof exit. Present the task, then disappear. Let the student choose. Total trust.
I may never be “the best teacher”. But I am, and continue to be … willing.
And so the student continues to appear, for each turn of the wheel.
The wheel turns. These are the cycles. There are the choices. This is Freedom.
I like it.
And I bow to all teachers and students.