My Soul Teacher ☙ Rebecca Smith

Metamorphosis

There is a hazy mist over the rolling hills of southern Wisconsin and I am pulled out of my thoughts to see its magnificence. I quickly realize that I have made time for this vantage point, this morning, this day, and it is a meditation to stop my thoughts long enough to see this beauty. The view is from my car window because it’s 6:30 am and I am driving to my yoga class forty miles away in Illinois. My quick burst up the road and into class is a memory and the ever-present reality of my current situation seems to loom hugely, like an elephant in the room that I inconveniently bump into every time I try to do something.

Chance Encounters

Some time ago my daughter was walking near her apartment in New York City and happened upon my first name written on the street in white paint, very graffiti-like. She took a picture of it and sent it to me in an email without explanation and I was taken aback because it looked rather bizarre in the shimmery cast of the evening light. When I asked her about it later, she laughed and said how strange but fun it was to see it and had she not looked down at that very moment, she would have missed it.

Using Your Sixth Sense

This Journal entry was born when I spotted these words printed on my tea bag: “Your head must bow to your heart.” As a teacher, I know my sixth sense is the most important. While I honor the other five, I know that our sixth is the biggest in the scope of sheer power if utilized on a regular basis. Like a muscle, we can use it or lose it. It is the most divinely connected, like an always-available telephone line to our higher consciousness. It is always ready, just like a trusted friend who will gladly drop everything when you call.