A previous post touched on the role of teachers in our psycho-spiritual unfolding. Being human, they deal with the same stuff as anyone else. Most keep personal thoughts and feelings to themselves so as not to cloud the relationship, while we all brush up against boundaries of intimacy and confidentiality.
I’ve done my share of placing teachers on pedestals: a difficult thing to avoid amid the ritual, titles, and robes. Inevitably it creates distance and separation, with me at the lower (lesser) level. Occasionally, as a meditation teacher, I find myself wishing for that very distance to protect my privacy. A tricky dance. It helps to see the teacher’s role as the hand pointing to the moon and not to confuse the hand for the moon.
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