While facilitating a circle today, I had the experience of speaking truth and literally getting up and walking out of the room. I felt so uncomfortable being seen as a source of truth, that I couldn't be still at a precious moment in time when stillness was necessary.
In the past, I've always facilitated with a partner or teacher, something to hide behind or hold me in a moment like this. This time, I was alone sourcing something beyond myself and feeling so utterly naked I ran away.
And, in that running was perfection. I saw myself. I saw myself running, running from the truth and seeing myself revealed. Shame passed and I found myself laughing at how beautiful it is to discover what I run from.
And, still I must learn to wait. I long for truth to part my lips and surf the moment without a single quiver. No disturbance or interruption of thought. Just straight truth escaping from my heart and penetrating into another.
