January 9, 2020
My guru is a little jewish woman
with bright lipstick
and sparkling earrings.
We meditate in her beautiful home
with the soles of our feet touching a soft fluffy rug
and a backyard view that can take your breath away.
And when I think of her at random times, I laugh out loud
because she is hysterical
and a bit of hard ass
and a fan of the carnivore diet.
Ram Dass says “when you know how to listen everyone is the guru.”
The problem is, I often can’t listen because I am being annoyed, or judgy of others or short sided or a combination of all these factors.
I try not to criticize myself as I realize I needed my guru to come wrapped in familiarity, laugher and red lipstick, in order for me to listen.
About a year ago I went looking for a “teacher”. Someone to show me th...