Again a quick word from my TT whirlwind, to capture a moment, although I am too tired for careful words. Stay with me, my beloved readers.
We sat for the last time in TT this morning with our meditation teacher. After my turn offering a meditation to the group he looked into my eyes to offer comment.
He told me that I had a lot of tools that I can call on and that I really had something to say; I just needed to find the way to say it. He told me that meditation teaches me a lot and brings me to place of great self-understanding and that I could then use this in my teaching. A big aspiration for me.
I felt he looked deep into me and really saw me. I felt stripped bare. All my hopes and fears written out for him to see. These comments he offered felt so personal, although he doesn’t know me at all. Would that I might grow up and have such insight myself, such ability to see others and understand their needs! I am totally in awe of his warmth and his stillness.
And then at the end of the day, a day of written exams and practice teaching, we sat again in our circle, now for the last time with our teacher. Such excitement and anticipation as we near the end, but also some inevitable poignancy.
Our teacher gave us the requisite pre-practical pep-talk — but yoga style, so it was from the heart. He might even have shed a tiny tear…? I know I did.
We chanted one last time together, calling on Shiva the transformer, the one who destroys what once was to allow the creation of something new.
Shiva Shiva Shiva Shambo, Shiva Shiva Shiva Shambo
Maha Deva Shambo, Maha Deva Shambo