All Is Well: Being Sensitive...

Today was our first conference call for this KRI Level 2 Aquarian Teacher Training Module: Stress & Vitality, and the meditation with The Mul Mantra. Before we began, I taught my Yin/Yang Flow class at D's Yoga Home, and, out of nowhere?!!, all my old students who had seemed to have disappeared while I was going through so much pain last year came back to class!!!!! I feel like something really huge was lifted yesterday...in fact I KNOW that something huge has been lifted.

Also, before our conference call, my dear friend Laura, Balprem, made a comment on my Facebook post about Michelangelo's Pieta and the process of release...to which I thanked her for bringing me back to that space with her comment, because I had been very angry that afternoon, and very hurt, reading a response from a teacher. I realized that teacher meant no unkindness, and was just overwhelmed with responsibility, and short by dint of not knowing how to quickly communicate 'love' over the internet and through e-mail. It's hard to fit the stuff in between the lines. Lots of us use exclamation points!!!!, smileys :) ;) :D O_o ...<doing the happy dance> asides ... and all-caps LOVE!!!!

When I received an e-mail later, my teacher had spontaneously added those sorts of things, but most importantly, I could feel that it was coming from a place of stopping to take a much needed rest...for a moment... in the HEART.

All of this, including our conference call, helped me to further ease the rage I had been in, which was only triggered by someone I love deeply, very deeply, who is like a mother to me, and a dear, dear, sweet friend. We get hurt, and allow ourselves to be hurt by those we love the most. And I AM sensitive...BUT, as Gurucharan Singh Khalsa wrote inside my copy of his book to me:

Amrita, Never doubt. Trust your heart. To be sensitive is a strength. Blessings on the Path. Sincerely, Gurucharan S. Khalsa

I was reminded that St. Therese of Liseaux tried really hard to be nice to a nun who was just awful to be around at times. Nicer than I have been this evening. I could have killed her with kindness, but when someone dished out more crap to me this evening, or what I thought was crap, I didn't mince any words. I wasn't sure what was the right thing to do anymore. I had said: I guess I'll just go pray or something. Probably. I know St. Therese probably had days where she just thought: This shit sucks ass. Ha.

...and praying worked. It worked very well. All is well, and all manner of things shall be well...