We are all teachers. We are all students.
On this day where teachers are revered, I bow down to the ones who have given me thought. I don’t mean my brain or the random stream of consciousness we are all born with. I mean my capacity to think, my capacity to feel and give names to those emotions.
I think therefore I am, said Descartes. I am because I think. I think because I was taught to think. I was taught, as we all are, to organize the mess in our minds, the pictures that are scattered without purpose on the bedroom floor of our inner ego.
My mother who held me, pointing at objects, giving them names; my father who carried me on his shoulders, showing me the world, my brother who looked up at me from his crib, giving me the feeling of worth…
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I walk in the silence
of the floresta, the
quiet broken only by
the trill of a bird,
a rustle of grass as
I am at peace,
grateful for this time
of my life where I am
free to just be, to let
each moment unfold
as it will.
How wise are the
animals, butterflies and
flowers who live only in
the now, for indeed, it
is all there is, all else
is the illusion of our minds.
Step Out in Faith!
One of my favorite stories in the bible is when the disciples were out on the boat on the Sea of Galilee and Jesus appears. (Matthew 14:22-33) Peter calls out:
28 “Lord, if it’s you,” Peter replied, “tell me to come to you on the water.” Jesus says come — and suddenly Peter takes that leap of faith and begins to walk on the water.
I was there on the Sea of Galilee in Israel not too long ago — and I love this picture! Wow, how the bible comes to life!
I remember waking up and doing my devotions in the morning on the balcony which overlooked the Sea and I imagined what it must have been like that night as Peter walked on water. I get excited just thinking about it. He was doing the impossible — all because he had his eyes fixed…
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