Sunday after a restful Shabbat and I am up again early to run and walk. I am ready to clear out the clutter and begin with the baskets that sits by the toilet.

I read again the theme that is nurturing my soul; together, mutuality, working with instead of just telling people what to do, you do it together; 'you have to work for the sake of the commmunity, not for your own sake'. Buber, Heyward, Servant Leadership, Conscious Community. It is all there and all telling me co-create, do not do it all yourself, you-only child- Aries-one. I have found some mentors and play buddies and need to be mindfull and grateful.

I feel the burden of life roll of my shoulders. I see hope for the world and therefore for me as an essential cell in the Tree of Life. I can be a Jew and a coach working with all kinds of people and offering a partnership to help heal the world of the pains of being stuck in alienation or ego centered thinking. yes I am what the world was created for and I am just dust; being humble menas holding this intention and not stopping.

My teachers are everywhere. I remember the prayer Kaddish D'Rabinan, the blessings for all our teachers, 'and most of all I learn from my students.' I begin to look around at who have been my teachers lately; Charles, Kayla, Andrea, Ilana, Ilise, Antoine, Debra...coachee, friends, daughters, cousins, dance intructor. All these young people teaching me; tears rise in the ducts, my heart pounds, and I breath deep to hold onto this moment just a little bit longer.

Truth always makes me cry; these poeple who I think I am their teacher because I am older or they hired me to be their coach are in truth my teachers; so I must let down my guard down, stop trying to know it all and open to the truth of the moment.

How can I expect them to grow like I think I am helping them to do if I do not model what I am asking them to do. I must listen to them, learn from them so they can see how powerful they are in the world, too. Teachers of young children know that. I am grateful I am finally open to seeing this; maybe my still neck is becoming more resilient. May everyone be so blessed to be be given another chance to humbled by love.