“Our greatest glory is not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall.” --Confucius
Making proper clarified butter requires patience. You’re sitting there (or you are preoccupied with laundry) and you can’t rush the process or you’re defeating the purpose. And of course you’re not going to get it right the first time, because, one, you’ve never made clarified butter before, and, two, it will be likely (as in my case) that you will rush the process.
But in this, I have learned at least one multi-layered lesson. If I am praying (which, by the way, isn’t a one-time deal, but constantly ongoing) that I may be a healthier person, in mind, in soul, in body and with honor I have to let what I do not want in who I am rise to the surface to be skimmed off. I have to have patience in order to not give up on the process of skimming more than once in order for it to be most effective. I have to be aware of what it is so that when it does show itself, I am grateful that I recognize it and then focus on its opposite: Positivity, Appreciation, Silence, Patience, Calmness, Love, Happiness, Outrageous Joy, Compassion…. In the understanding of this, I have found my greatest joy: Consciousness. Being Awake.
I have my teacher to thank for this. Not so much in how she taught Reiki, but in how she taught with her life by example. She is being who she is. Being her word. She laid the foundation, teaching the technique, history, philosophy, sharing stories. She let me sort out the rest of it for myself and discover other things on my own. She understands the patience of foam because she too is conscious of going through the process of understanding, learning and healing.
Humans always have room to grow.
About a year ago I asked my teacher about being a Level III practitioner. She said that it would be at least 3 years from the time I became a Level II that I could become a Level III. She said no more than this. I was baffled. It is at least 3 months between being a Level I to a Level II. I am a fast learner. I am a disciplined student. Why did I have to wait so long? I had accepted this but not without some sadness. I realize now that that sadness was my bruised Ego. A year later, I have come to understand the wisdom of teaching comes from being wise. I had to figure that out. And I think that I would have had to call my motives into question if I did ask her why it takes so long to become a Level III. From learning from my mistakes, learning from others mistakes, being conscious of what IS, this simply takes time. Rushing the process defeats the purpose.
Everything around you is a learning experience either by you being an active participant or as an observer. Now I understand. It will be three years this July since I became a Level II. It is a tremendous responsibility to be a teacher, one of which I know I will not take lightly. But instead of just jumping into it, I will speak with my Teacher and pray on it. July may as well be a thousand years from now with the way change has constantly been by my side. But that is the beauty of this practice. Change is a welcomed companion.
Blessings to you all!
Happy New Year to You!
Love, Kristie
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