Well, it’s article day, and there’s a blank page.
Actually, though, this is how I start each of my calls.
That open space tends first to be invaded by icky feelings, which if they had a name would be, “Don’t look at me, I got nothing.”
Which is true. Well, Sara has nothing. No “insight”. No enlightenment experience. No redemption story. No learning to pass on. No pretty fairy tale with Sara as the hero.
But there is this: the question, articulated or implied, is met by the teaching. The natural expression of knowing presence. There’s no questioner and no teacher. Just a shared exploration of here and now.
Worth the icky feelings that greet the open space of the call or the blank page. The teaching arises in that space.