We had a discussion about teachers at the CSS group last night, and as much as I agree with all the conventional points, it was also a reminder of how much I appreciate life as a teacher. Life, just as it is.
Whenever there is discomfort, it is a reminder to look at resistance. Can I be with what I am experiencing right now, resistance and all?
Whenever there is stress, there is an invitation to find the belief behind it and inquire into it. Is it true?
It doesn’t matter how life shows up. It doesn’t matter much what is going on for me. When I notice discomfort, it is an invitation to fully allow experience. When I notice stress, it is an invitation to inquire into a belief.
It is a wonderfully self-correcting process, and there is no risk of running out of material. The teacher always speaks, and speaks perfectly.
In that sense, life is the perfect teacher.
Of course, this is not necessarily a place to start, at least not without guidance, but it is a place we move through at some point.