First class of the day. 8 am. I shared what happened last weekend. Not in every detail, but certainly in a vulnerable way. My student was excited. I saw she was eager to also try something a bit adventurous, risky even.
9 am. A young man I have seen evolve over the years from a rather classic macho to someone who, at times, doesn’t mind crying in my presence and is surprisingly accepting of my ‘crazy’ exploration of plant medicine and rants about the state of the world.
At 11 I met one of my most dedicated students. Usually our lessons are online, but I wanted to meet him in person today, because I got him some gifts from Belgium.
After that I went to meet two lovely people I got to know over the weekend.
We live in a time where chasing money is a big deal and many conversations I have during the week circle back to money and making more money and getting promotions at work and using the money to get even more money. We don’t know what’s important to us. The people who run things, the people in charge of this world, worship money and what the powerful value trickles down to the rest of us. Trickle down economics is a total sham and shame, but tricle down values is tricky and its effects are hard to overcome.
We spent three and a half hours together. That time cannot be expressed in value.
To just be you and let others be themselves is priceless.
And yet we get so plugged into the rat race that we don’t take our time for what matters most, to appreciate and be appreciated.
No, I didn’t make money past 12.00 today, but boy, do I feel richer now.
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