My experience in 2000 was and remains very clear of her razor sharp vision and attention when she was our teacher. My room mate was afraid of her. I was not, but observed her focus when she would ask a question of someone reading “their paper “. The questions were always to the heart of the real story not the muddy wandering that those papers so often could be. Her direct vision when her eyes focused on me? She saw my soul, the struggle l was going through to find the light. Birth was the three months l was there and it was very difficult. The final step, the rose ceremony and l truly felt love and more for this spirit that l bowed down to. But then l was told by a resident before leaving that l should go to her house to say good bye. Alone. And I did not want to. She was a respected teacher but that did not mean I was comfortable with her. Struggle and more as l finally followed this directive. She told my class, “ the question the gift, the answer only Important to you. She asked the hard questions.
Comments are closed.