{"id":156,"date":"2022-11-04T08:24:59","date_gmt":"2022-11-04T08:24:59","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.sarahcledwynblog.com\/?p=156"},"modified":"2022-11-04T08:24:59","modified_gmt":"2022-11-04T08:24:59","slug":"being-the-door-teacher","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.sarahcledwynblog.com\/index.php\/2022\/11\/04\/being-the-door-teacher\/","title":{"rendered":"Being the Door (Teacher)\u200b"},"content":{"rendered":"

My favorite roll in my Spirit Play class is that of the door teacher. \u00a0It\u2019s hard to explain what to do in this role. \u00a0The teacher takes on a particular presence of hospitality and loving witness. \u00a0It might not look like the door teacher is doing much during class. \u00a0They just sit by the door.<\/p>\n

The Sacred Doorway<\/strong><\/p>\n<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

But really, they are a living threshold between the known and unknown, between our physical sacred space and the rest of the building, between the Mystery beyond and this tangible eternal present moment. \u00a0If I imagined peeking through a key hole\u00a0into the door teacher, this is what I dream\u00a0her internal process might be\u00a0like.<\/p>\n

\u201cFirst a breath for myself -to be fully here and ready. \u00a0I open my lungs, my eyes and my heart. \u00a0I am ready.<\/p>\n

Good morning child. \u00a0Wait. \u00a0Stop. \u00a0You are here. \u00a0You have arrived. \u00a0Take a moment to catch up with yourself. \u00a0There is no rush. \u00a0Take a moment to stand here and look in my eyes. \u00a0Your name tag and your coat are not as important as stopping here\u00a0for just a minute so you can fully experience my joy that you are here. \u00a0We are here together!<\/p>\n

Now that your coat is hung and your name tag on, you can say goodbye to your parents. \u00a0Tell me friend. \u00a0Are you ready? \u00a0Are you ready to walk down that hall and enter a holy space? \u00a0Are you ready to listen and to work and to play? \u00a0If you are ready, then you are free to enter. \u00a0Please go into our room. \u00a0Sit on our rug. \u00a0Join the storyteller to prepare for our story. \u00a0If you are not ready, then please sit here next to me. \u00a0Sit here in my safety and love; in the still point between being gifted to us for our class and your own choice to enter. \u00a0You can stay with me as long as you would like.<\/p>\n

My children are here. \u00a0My children are getting ready. \u00a0I embody the closing of the door, the creation of our sacred circle of safety and delight. \u00a0Our class has begun.<\/p>\n

I sit here by the physical door. \u00a0If the circle is too much, if you find you cannot get ready, I am waiting to receive you. \u00a0Here next to me you can hide if you need to. \u00a0You can grow calm in the presence of my calm. \u00a0I am serene, beaming my love into our room, witnessing wiggles and miracles and each beautiful being who has joined us today. \u00a0I witness unexpected kindness. \u00a0I witness conflict. \u00a0I witness insight. \u00a0I witness the whole human drama played out right in this one room. \u00a0The circle of our community is playing within my beating heart and before my wondering eyes. \u00a0The children have walked through my open heart door and dwell there for our learning time. \u00a0This is meditation. \u00a0This is practice. \u00a0I am listening with my whole self.<\/p>\n

And then the time comes for the children to get centered again on the rug, to end their formal sacred play with us. \u00a0I bless this room and say a silent gratitude for each of these souls, present and transformed today. \u00a0I open the door, open the seal of our class and resume my post, ready to send you all out into the world again, changed and loved.<\/p>\n

Good morning. \u00a0Your parent is here. \u00a0You are ready to be on your way to whatever your day holds. \u00a0But wait. \u00a0Stop. \u00a0You are making a crossing. \u00a0Take a moment to stop in this doorway, to look in my eyes and receive a blessing. \u00a0I am so happy that you were here with me today. \u00a0My love goes with you until we see each other again. \u00a0Your heart and mine have touched today and neither will be the same again.<\/p>\n

The last child is gone. \u00a0I take another moment, to breathe, to close my eyes and \u00a0feel my heart. \u00a0I feel the affect of this love, of all the love that moves between us. \u00a0I see that we are the same. \u00a0I see that we are different. \u00a0I practice seeing you as you are. \u00a0I practice seeing myself as I am. \u00a0We are Light and Glory and we are Muddled and Distracted. \u00a0I practice being love and doing church with all that we are.<\/p>\n

I forgive myself my inattention, my slips, my mistakes made today. \u00a0I dedicate this practice of teaching to the increase of Love and Life everywhere in the Universe.<\/p>\n

May it be so. \u00a0May it be so!<\/p>\n

Open your hearts door teachers! \u00a0Feel what it is to be love and be loved. \u00a0May the threshold that you are move you deeper into your own integrity, service and joy.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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