Life is not a practiced art…or is it?
So many teachers. Some tangible, some ephemeral, both mostly available when the heart and mind are teachable.
Some lessons are one-timers, but more are old timers. Our ability to synthesize all the dances is curtailed by doubt and the absence of self-acceptance.
What to do?
Keep practicing… we know that, but sometimes giving up is the easier path.
But then the teachers will come again and again, because their missions come from a different plane.
And they are non-negotiable.
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Oh, Sue. This is so poignant. “…synthesize all the dances…”
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