When the student is ready, the teacher appears.
Funny how just last year I saw Gabrielle Bernstein speak and wasn’t overly convinced to follow her on Instagram or anything. I suppose I went into the talk with pre-conceived notions. A friend had mentioned that she had seen her and wasn’t super impressed. Looking back, I likely let that judgement be the veil of her talk.
Several months went by where, through social media, I would catch glimpses of her swelling career. Morning show appearances, Hayhouse conferences, Super Soul Sunday invites–whether I resonated with her or not, clearly she had plenty to teach me.
Truth was, the kundalini piece made me nervous, because I was only recently introduced to kundalini. Perhaps it was the hat. Also, I had based my opinion on social media and an opinion of a friend, which, I know, is total tisk, tisk. (smh.)
Either way, she just kept showing up. I follow her friends in the industry, so of course she’d be mentioned in their stuff. I get all the Hayhouse newsletters, so of course she was there too. Even the Super Soul Sunday appearance featured two of her peeps that I enjoy, so I tuned in for that as well.
Turns out it’s no fluke why she’s so successful. Had I read one of her books, I may have learned that she’s overcome some serious shiz to find her way to the light. She is a student of A Course in Miracles along with other thought leaders I admire: Marianne Williamson and Wayne Dyer, to mention a couple. And in her almost 10-year tenure in the industry, she has come into her own, creating more teachers than students, spreading the love.
Now, who can hate on that?
I joined her email newsletter only a few months ago, admitting that I’d been wrong, and she was pretty cool after all. This is how I came to learn about her latest book Miracles Now, which I have already pre-ordered with the intention to read her others first. And with that pre-order, I was invited to the live workshop.
Today’s event sealed it. Gabby was perfectly authentic and naturally transparent, funny and energetically charming. She infused story with teachings and quotes, breaking only for questions and, as she called it, rock concert meditation.
Uncharacteristically of me, I sat in the front row and participated in every kundalini chant Gabby invited us to join her in. Two things I would have absolutely NOT done just last year. It cracks me up, each time I feel as though I have my ego in check. I’m then thrown something like “Shake It Out”, a Florence and the Machine song Gabby does with Qigong-esque shaking, wiggling and grooving, all things I would have found great excuse to run to the restroom for just a few months ago.
The talk was about energy, and holding your own. And how to get back what’s lost, quickly and easily. I picked up every bit she was putting down. Preaching a bit to the choir on me, yet I took note of her speaking style, her sense of humor, the eff bombs peppered throughout, as well as the good gems that had me thinking, “Amen, sister.”
Plus, she had no fear to go there. To shake it down and breath of fire it out and head to “crazy town” and back. I respect that. Here’s this beautiful woman, who admittedly loves fashion, and clearly loves a good selfie, yet holding the space for not only her own vulnerability but that of her audience is all in a days work. BAM! Now that’s what we call, here at TYOMD, badass;)
While others took notes and tweeted out quotes, I sat present and attentive, smiling at the silliness that got me to where I was, both physically and mentally.
The trains had been running off-schedule and I was almost late to the event, stressing that I’d get a crappy seat. Just as I arrived, one of the lovely event planners was tossing out pillows snug to the stage. Where I would have been too cool to sit up front before, now I force myself out of my comfort zone–realizing, of course, just how NOT cool I was all those years. Gabby and I exchanged eye-contact a few times during the three-hour workshop. Where before I would have gotten shy and looked away, I looked her right back in the eye in confirmation she was spot on, and I was right there with her.
I met some other wonderfully delightful spirit junkies to the left and right of me. Shoutouts to my new friends Fern and Tejal;) Another great thing about attending these events is meeting a room-full of like-minded people who aren’t afraid to “shake it out” together. Or tap it out, as Nick Ortner always makes us do at Hayhouse. Or dance and “Opa” with Agapi Stassinopoulis.
Or, what about the V-Day inspirational interpretive dance I somehow got myself involved in last month?
Hey, that was for a good cause!
Now that I think about, Gabby spoke at that event too, but we had arrived just after her talk.
It’s becoming obvious. She’s been stalking me!
When the teacher is ready, the student appears. #tyomd (tweetable)
I leave you with this: Is there a teacher, thought-leader, or mentor you have judged incorrectly that you might benefit by giving them a better chance? Take inventory and see if you don’t have someone like Gabby B wrongfully pegged. You could be blocking yourself from some big lessons and some serious good vibes. Keep in mind, not all teachers will resonate with us, but I suggest you do make your own decisions, and if a good one is stalking you, take note, they might just have something valuable to say.
PS … If you haven’t checked out our course, Elisa and I have put together something super cool to shake out this grip of the polar vortex: Spring Cleaning: Mind, Body, Soul 6-Week Online Course. Get to steppin, will ya? I promise, you’ll be glad you did.