…the lessons are waiting.

One of the problems I face every year at this time is the need to decompress.  If I’m not careful, I can decompress for hours on end.  While my body mends, my writing can stagnate.

Maybe if I work back into this slowly, it won’t necessarily be painful.

Last Sunday I sort of promised a response to NLinStPaul’s When the student is ready….

Pardon me for posting a comment as an essay.

When the student is ready, the lessons are waiting,

I know that the traditional saying mentions a master appearing.  Personally I think that puts too much emphasis on the teacher.  We all have to find our own paths.  At best the teacher shines the light on your road for a bit.  But eventually we have to move on…and the teacher will be left behind.  All teachers live with this knowledge.

We don’t always have a firm grasp on what lesson we’re working on at any particular time, but each of us is working on something…something that will change our lives.  Mostly, those items are different.  Often they are just a small part of a much grander whole…a lesson which needs learning so that we can see a much larger tapestry.

We are presented with mostly different problems.  Even when they seem similar…maybe even identical, our solutions are necessarily different.  At best a teacher offers us some new ways to approach those problems or presents us a new technique to use in our pursuit of those solutions.  At very best our teachers teach us how to become our own teachers.

Each day I color a thread or two and weave them in to my portion of the tapestry.  And I move a little on down my path, always prepared…always hoping…to catch another glimpse of that larger panorama.

Isn’t that what living in spacetime is all about?