“Oh, if you want to leave – leave” she said, “there are many different ways, it might be that this way is not your way.”
I felt … how did I feel … rejected at first but then, once I made it back to the meditation hall and sat back down on my cushion, I was swept by a wave of warmth and support, and I realized what she did: she supported me.
Not her practice, her philosophy, her school, her lineage, her tradition, her teachings, her insight or her understanding.
She supported ME.
“You must find your way” the echo of her words rung in my ears, “you must find your way, your own way, one that will take you to yourself”.
