1. My default method is to PLOW ON despite the odds (who needs a teacher anyway?). I think of myself as a survivor, so I will buck up, work hard and try to make someone proud of me. Of course, that rarely produces anything but more stress and suffering. And in the end, I am not even proud of me.
2. I have taken scores of courses. I love to learn, and I was quite convinced if I could learn more, I could be the teacher.
Then I met George. I was 31 and he was 78. I was teaching a course on Leadership. (God help us all!)
At the break, I went to George and introduced myself. I wanted to meet this elderly gentleman who appeared so interested in what I had to say. After some trivial chatter, I broached the subject. “George, I am curious. Why in the world would someone like you be in a class on leadership taught by someone less than half your age and basically as green as tree moss about how to lead in tough times?”
He didn’t hesitate. He took my arm and looked into my baby blues with deep sincerity. “My dear, when you get to be my age you learn just how much you don’t know.”
I have never forgotten his words. The teacher was there alright, and just in time.
3. Then I have my practice (Golden Zen). I expect that if I sense I need something, the teacher is already present. Usually, I don’t recognize him/her or it right off the bat. You see, I prefer a sophisticated, rather classy and impressive type instructor, and rarely see that appear in my life. My teachers are late-night empty gas tanks, windshield wipers that don’t work in pouring rain, incessant loud noises from neighboring condos, cheques lost in the mail, bill collectors, 10 pounds that LOVE my derriere, and men who forget to be affectionate and affirming. Did I mention my relatives?
My lessons are always present, my teachers are in attendance, if my heart is willing to open enough to see them.
I invite your stories. Perhaps even now, if you pause, there is a teacher in your life and lessons you’ve learned that would benefit someone else.
Your students are ready.
In the Grace of the Moment,
Much to my surprise, I found an eBook that took the practice of ZEN and combined it with the basics of blogging. Being new to the scene of blogging, and committed to a practice of Golden Zen, it seemed to me to be the perfect find.
“When the student is ready, the teacher will come”. (Who said that first anyway?)
It’s cheeky, imaginative, and informative; a quick read. You can download it at (http://hunternuttall.com/blog/2008/02/free-ebook-the-zen-of-blogging).
Hunter Nuttall’s blog is worth watching. He is relatively new to the scene also, and offers some good conversation and thought stimulation.
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