In the world of spiritual practice, no relationship is more sacred than that of student and guru.
I should know.
My former guru was one of the best.
This is not to say that life with the guru was always easy.
She was a total beeatch a bit feisty at times, and I needed to learn to glean wisdom from actions that, on occasion, seemed
almost unbearably cruel a little insensitive.
But Gurus have wisdom beyond that of mere mortals.
Who are we to question their ways?
(Well, I have been known to question a way or two in my time. But that’s what makes me a student. And not a Guru.)
Never was the Guru’s wisdom more apparent than when she left us a few years ago. Yes, we were heartbroken, but we also realized that, even in her passing, she was gifting us with deep wisdom.
And we knew that, in time, a new Guru would appear.
My friends, that day is here.
There’s a new Guru in town and his name is Max.
Max, meet the peeps. Peeps, meet Max.
Like Lucy before him, Max is armed with wisdom galore. And like Lucy before him, Max is already busting out ingenious lessons specially designed to take Melissa and me beyond the boundaries of our egos and into the power of Spirit and Love.
Want to hear a recent one?
When the Guru first came to bless us with his presence, he decided that staying under the couch in my office was the most spiritual thing he could do.
He did this for weeks.
When at last he decided it would also be spiritual to roam around the rest of the house, he did so slowly, carefully.
For weeks that turned into months, the Guru’s range was limited to the house and, rarely, the back patio.
Until it wasn’t.
We first discovered the change in the Guru’s territory when we had a gardener put a new tree in our back patio.
A few weeks after the tree was planted, we noticed a substantial hole next to the new tree.
Although I could swear the hole hadn’t been there a week before, I decided it must have been part of the planting process.
Melissa wondered if the hole had been created by the Guru.
No way, I scoffed. The Guru couldn’t create hole like that. A dog could maybe dig a hole like that. But a cat, no way! Cats are jumpers, not diggers. If the Guru wanted to get out of the yard, he would leap the fence, not dig a hole under it!
Because the hole was a bit unsightly, we covered it up and went about our business.
Until the hole reappeared a week later.
This time there could be no doubt.
The Guru had dug a huge honkin’ hole in the dirt.
The Guru had done something that transcended the bounds of what was “normal” – and possible – for his species.
To confirm this fact, our neighbor on the other side of the fence reported that she had seen him digging the hole.
Not only that, she saw him attempt to squeeze his body under the fence and, when he was unable to do so, he continued to dig until – Presto! Chango! – he wiggled his little Guru self from our back patio to hers.
Not to be stopped at just one mind-bending feat, the Guru then dug another hole from our neighbor’s back patio to our side patio, expanding his territory even further – and smashing more barriers of what was “normal” and possible for a kitty cat to do.
Why was the Guru so uninterested in jumping that he would dig a mammoth hole to get from one yard to another?
Do I dare question the ways of the Guru?
(Again, I do. All the time. But it doesn’t usually get me anywhere.)
What does get me places is this precious first lesson from my new Guru.
Now, when I am faced with fear that I can’t do something – particularly something that transcends the boundaries of what I deem “normal” and/or possible – I remember the Guru.
I remember that I can dig a huge honkin’ hole and wiggle underneath said obstacle so fast, I will leave everyone thinking the hole must have been crafted by a much more capable creature.
But the Guru and I know better.
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