Someone Called Me a Guru
But I’m Just Me
We’re all growing and changing these days. So much is happening so quickly, it’s hard to keep up sometimes. Lots of energy surrounds us with more coming all the time. I know there is still great polarity, but I’m beginning to get a sense that things are improving. It’s subtle. It’s quiet. I think the common thought a lot of us share is that we are tired of extremism and people trying to control us and making decisions for us, and we are beginning to find our voices.
A friend was struggling with some turns her life had taken, and we met for dinner recently. Afterwards, she called me a guru very seriously, with tears in her eyes. After I picked my jaw off the ground, I told her I was her friend, not a guru, she told me a guru was a teacher, and I was teaching her things that helped her. Although I taught elementary, middle, and college age students for twenty-six years, I in no way consider myself a guru.
I’m just me. A person, like everyone else, who’s trying to make sense of the world in the best way I can, helping who and where I can. I think that describes most of us, don’t you? I’m aware of my gifts, and I try to use them in a way that helps others. I channel the Archangels, and I share their messages with people. I find it very rewarding on many levels, and I consider it my purpose.
