The Teacher Becomes the Student

Herein lies my teaching for the day:

This morning I went over to my son, Eli's, site and got the opportunity to read his latest blog entry. As I began to read I became quickly disoriented. Who wrote this?? My son?? Wait, wait wait...

As I continued to read I let go the mom thread and read some very deep, moving and insightful commentary about a life explored. There were questions asked but not necessarily answered. There were dilemmas noted that found a voice. There was a resolution at the end that found it's way to a frog, a lizard and the evening grass.

Within it all I found resonance with some of my own life and I found myself nodding in agreement. When I was done I had to laugh a little because a scene from my dream last night came to mind: a priest is talking to me and he suddenly leans over and stares at me and gets very intent and asks in a hushed tone, "How do you know about Immortality?" I laughed because I figure that the next time this priest looks me up in Dreamtime I'm going to tell him that everything I know I learned from my son.

Some days it's just good to let yourself go down the rabbit hole wearing a grin.