Today, I’m very much grateful that I made notes of my teacher’s teachings (the one that passed away last year). As I read through them, I’m happy to see that knowing she was talking to a stubborn 30s me, that I can understand now what she was teaching, amazing me even more at the depth of her knowledge/wisdom. Sometimes I’d accuse her of being too harsh, and she’d say “I have toned down. I have nowhere near given you what I’m capable of.” Hahah, true.
I’m grateful that I have ‘arrived’ at where she wanted me to be or see. There is always a repetition of “be” where you are, wherever and whatever I find myself in.
And even if for a few minutes I indulged in missing her, acknowledging that she’s really gone, the feeling went away fast when I got distracted by a call and now there is only gratitude for more chances of learning and sharing and living and loving in this life, this body. Much love to you my friends. ♥♥