Teachers come into our lives when we the students are ready, ...or not.
I was born to a family of teachers who didn’t like their roles, who were not ready for me. Who ever sent me through to them, must have thought I was ready…or not.
Teachers come in all forms; there is nothing more educational than a good set of germs or an injury to our body to teach us the merit of our health.
Teachers come because we need them.
The best teachers are the ones who mirror to us our greatest qualities, those who can see us, and take a “stand” for who we are, even when we don’t know who we are. Those teachers who can see our essence can change our lives forever.
I recently had the great pleasure to interview for the radio web cast show “Dreamland” one of my finest teachers.
Twenty-five years ago, when I was twenty five, I went to see my first psychic, Sonia Choquette. It was a turning point in my life to meet the mind and soul of the woman who put me on my path of intuition.
We were both so young, yet she was ancient in her wisdom and knowledge. Her abilities of psychic information were stunning, but it was how she mirrored the truth that was right under the surface of my skin, the true spirit within that was life altering.
After years of having my own gifts thwarted, denied and discouraged I was finally seen, set free, validated and empowered in who I was supposed be whether I was ready… or not.
It is perfect intuition to come full circle and acknowledge a teacher.
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I was compelled to post this poem by Marge Piercy to this Blog entry.
For the Young Who Want To
Talent is what they say
you have after the novel
is published and favorably
reviewed. Beforehand what
you have is a tedious
delusion, a hobby like knitting.
Work is what you have done
after the play is produced
and the audience claps.
Before that friends keep asking
when you are planning to go
out and get a job.
Genius is what they know you
had after the third volume
of remarkable poems. Earlier
they accuse you of withdrawing,
ask why you don't have a baby,
call you a bum.
The reason people want M.F.A.'s,
take workshops with fancy names
when all you can really
learn is a few techniques,
typing instructions and some-
body else's mannerisms
is that every artist lacks
a license to hang on the wall
like your optician, your vet
proving you may be a clumsy sadist
whose fillings fall into the stew
but you're certified a dentist.
The real writer is one
who really writes. Talent
is an invention like phlogiston
after the fact of fire.
Work is its own cure. You have to
like it better than being loved.
Marge Piercy
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