Sunday, August 27, 2006
One of my greatest teachers is my friend Sandra. I met her while we were counselors at a summer camp. I had a crush on her because she was so independent and creative. She was always working on some dance project and she exuded a quiet strength. I admired her and her energy drew me in. We have become very tight and special friends in the 10 years we've known eachother. We've seen each other through the trials and tribulations of life. We've watched each other grow.
I respect Sandra so much. I am gushing but this is how I feel. She is one of the wisest people I know. Her advice always comes from a nonjudgemental, centered place while reminding me to look inside for the truth, even when it hurts. Even when the child in me wants to pout and throw a tantrum. Always patient, compassionate and empathetic when she sees me stumble and fall. She sees the truth where most people just see things from an ego-driven reactive point of view. She somehow understands why we act and react, and the motives that drive us. When I talk to her, my fears settle and I know that I must listen to the voice inside. I understand myself and the world around me a little more.
How lucky I am.