Where are the invisible lines that we are not prepared to cross? I imagine they are unique to each of us. Some people are prepared to work with a therapist but wouldn’t go near a healer. Yoga is woo woo but pilates is great. Are comfort zones to be expanded? Stepped out of? Should we face our fears? Engage with our trauma? Where do we start?

The wounded healer is the potential charlatan, the well meaning therapist is the inexperienced traumatizer. Scepticism is useful, doubt is a hindrance. Have you ever danced around these lines?

Discernment is key, it is said. By who? By the same people who are trying to confuse us, the same fake gurus. By the skilled practitioners and infinitely compassionate masters of the subtle realm. Ultimately the compass spins back to the north and there are you my friend. Naked. Alone. You better get used to being in your own skin. When we look outside we find great pointers pointing back in.

 So choose with care who you follow. What is their use of language? I was told to avoid anyone who told me what I “should” do. It served me for a while. To doubt anyone who claimed they were awake, yet I do have a penchant for self-proclaimed genius.

Perhaps, possibly, maybe, we all step our own path and make our own decisions, however unwise these may be. Perhaps our own foolishness serves us. Other teachers told me not to assume that a person would be better off without their problems. Where would you be without them? And if the noise becomes too much, see if you can find the still point without freezing. If the noise becomes too much, see if you can play with the dials, louder, quieter, now who’s in control?

I do hope you can have fun in life. Another teacher told me: we forget to enjoy life and think we have to be good at it. He told me: it is all a divine play. Lila. And that’s when you can’t help but wonder why the children are crying. I do love humans so.