My heart hesitates to write this post. While "it" has called to me, sometimes in the middle of the night (and I wake up all: wtf? I don't wanna), I have resisted it like a belligerent mule. Partly because so many of us can end up so damn political, in spite of our knowing better, but partly I have resisted this--to be deadly honest--in fear that I would lose readers.
One year ago, I wrote this piece on teaching. I will always feel that teaching is, in effect, re-learning at its finest and have been blessed to have initiated my final student for a while. (Overloading makes no sense to me, unless you are in it for the ego pat. Blech.) In 2013, I await the graduation of one, the leveling up of two and the fabulously, blindingly sacred growth of all six. We have had the honor of hosting two High Priestesses in our bi-weekly workshops as auditors--a practice that builds connections and offers diverse perspectives in the learning process. Personally, my year has begun with new shadow work and the possibility of growing within a tradition heretofore unexplored in my craft. Hopefully, my "initiation" will be forthcoming!
Check back in soon for a little extra kitchen witchery--think butter--and some new recipes, magic style. Until then, I offer you this read.
Loved this post when I read it the first time… fabulous the difference in reading it again, with all that the year past has brought to the table.
“…hearing the thump of an almighty deep against your bones like wine on stone…” – Yes, yes, yes! Never doubt your style of teaching. In every facet and forum, it gets through to those students who are truly wanting to learn.