… a really mean cold hit me with full force during the night before I was due to conduct a wedding. I have never felt so ill on my feet as I did next morning. I wondered would I even be able to conduct the ceremony. Then I remembered the Tibetan mystic whose drinking habit – so the story goes – required him to be virtually carried to the podium to conduct his discourses. By all accounts his presence, once he began to speak, was as awesome as were his words. When his talk was done, his escorts would return to assist his inebriated body off the stage. It helped me trust that I would be fully there for the hour of the wedding ceremony (it is a special Art of Being creation so there was no possibility of finding a stand-in). So it was. I managed well enough, and when the guests went off to wine, dine and dance at the reception, I could finally lie down and surrender to the murky, sweaty clutches of this beast that had me by the throat. For the next three weeks I coughed my way through a one-week Body, Heart & Soul workshop and the final 4-day session of the current Teacher Training. I would not have missed either for the world! I choose to believe that this illness wiped away hidden depths of the old teacher role that I have been happily discarding for some years now. The Teacher Training was really the loveliest time I have ever spent with an Art of Being group. It delights me that there is a new generation of teachers emerging to whom I am happy to pass on all that I have learned, and whom I trust in time to open even deeper and higher avenues of personal and spiritual development. I am fascinated by the way the members of this training seem to be growing into the teaching role as I let go of it. And so it should be! We need the role at first – well, for about the first thirty years or so. Then it can fade away and all that is left is our love-affair with BEING.
Posted on: Fri, 15 Nov 2013 12:36:24 +0000
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