A Door, An Insight and Warming Light in Everyday Ramblings

This is without a doubt the year of the tulip here. And look… light! Precious heart warming light.

I learned last night at my last Bhagavad Gita class, or relearned, that Guru means remover of darkness. Four other hearty souls made it through to the end of class with me. In my life, right now the sun is my Guru.

In spite of my frustration with the teacher I did have a valuable insight last night for which I am grateful. This whole idea of devotion had troubled me since I started practicing in the Buddhist and Yogic traditions.

The Gita is all about devotion to Krishna and all his many extraordinary manifestations, or its manifestations to be more precise; supreme all consuming devotion.

Not me. Sorry, nada, no way. I am not giving up my power to no one, nothing no how. That is the story I have been telling my small self my whole life.

But what Annoying Teacher pointed out is that I have been expressing devotion my whole life as well. In particular, devotion to Mr. Finch through his illness, devotion to Sam the Man through his, and my daily all consuming devotion to Carlo and Diego and of course the rest of my family both human and feline. :)

Who knew? So all this time I have told myself that I am allergic to devotion I am manifesting it. Wow.

And now I can take the essence of that knowledge back into my spiritual life. It is so interesting to revisit this text that I first encountered when I was 12.

The sun is out, the class is over, it is getting close to the weekend and, and we moved into our very own office with a door yesterday! Really. It really happened.

After over two years I can now speak in a normal tone of voice to Saint Joe about, well, whatever… We were laughing like little kids yesterday as we were trying to get all the technology properly situated.

Before my yoga class on Wednesday, one of my students who is about to head off for a month in Portugal was talking to me about learning languages and I told him I had pretty good comprehension of both Spanish and French but that speaking them was truly hard for me and he said…”Well, you want things to be perfect and when one is learning a language it is never perfect, it is messy and we make mistakes.”

As sharp edged as I perceived this observation to be I think he is right on the mark in terms of the difficulties I have learning to speak in another language.

I was teasing Saint Joe yesterday about discovering he has been housed now with a perfectionist and he said, no worries, he is one too.

Okay, time to go, I need to love (imperfectly) on the cats and apparently through that… the Absolute.

Last updated April 08, 2016