Being a spiritual teacher has continually frightened me. Not because I don’t want to do it but that I don’t feel adequate for the job. And yet, the role unwittingly is engaged by me as I seek out truths for our lives, who we are, what we’re here to do, and other such questions.
The biggest problem is that while it may be easy to tell someone what to do, we can often times recognize that doing it ourselves is not always so easy. This can be a good thing though for the teacher to experience. It permits the student the luxury of receiving compassion from a teacher who understands the difficulties that this quest will involve.
As I wondered today about some simple events leading to these thoughts, I found myself querying the lack of progress in my life in the past. What came up was, “Have I been paying attention?” I realized immediately that a significant part of the problem was that I had not been paying enough attention. For that matter, I think most of us don’t pay enough attention.
Paying attention to what? Good question to ask. I don’t think that we pay enough attention to ourselves. We’re so busy trying to...