We are surrounded by sacred teachers the ones that bring out the highest within each of us, they are like the yellow brick road of life opening us up to what is real. I will introduce you to 3 of these sacred teachers that when I speak their name a light brightens inside of me.
Sister Mary Anthony
She was my first primary school teacher and I loved her. She was kind not like the other nuns I had encountered at this Catholic School I attended as most where harsh, demanding and actually very cruel at times.
Sister Mary Anthony was tiny she was not much bigger than the children around her yet her presence was huge. I was dropped off at her class one morning by my Mom, her not telling me that I was now in school, my Mom’s theory being I would soon figure out that I was now in school without her telling me. I was not scared just wondering when I would be going home and pretty soon I got used to the routine. I was happy to be with Sister Mary Anthony and she would give me sweet coffee beans. I am only 5 years old and accept for being forced to drink milk I was fine if Sister Mary Anthony was there. One day a new nun came to our classroom, she seem pretty upset about a number of things however the main upset seemed to me was that not everyone was Catholic and they could not go to heaven without becoming Catholic. I was not sure what this meant only that it did not sound good as these other people would go to a very scary place called hell and if we were bad children we would go there as, I was very worried about this. I worried about this conversation during my lunch and then after lunch Sister Mary Anthony told us stories about people all over the world that had different beliefs. She told us of people who prayed to the sun, to the moon to trees and my worry grew and I soon became visibly upset. Sister Mary Anthony taking me to her cupboard with the sweet coffee beans however I could not eat one, Sister Mary Anthony now listening to my upset of how I was worried about the people who where not Catholic, and those who prayed to Sun, Moon and trees. She sat for a moment and then said to me “Adrienne who made Catholic’s, I told her God, She then said “who made the Sun, the Moon, the tree’s and I answered God. She took my hand and said , God is in everything and listens to every prayer and loves everyone. Without knowing it she became my first sacred teacher, the one who spoke the truth in the middle of an Irish Catholic School to a frightened 5 year child.
My Granda, I don’t remember ever not loving him. He was 6’ 4” smelled of old spice aftershave and a friend to everyone.
He lived and worked on hisown farm and he also own a BP petrol station with small convenient shop that was attached to the farm.
People of all ages came daily to his shop just to speak with him, it was always fun to be around him.
He was the only farmer in his small village with a degree in organic farming,
He loved life, people, his animals and his land. He would feed the nature spirit in the morning giving thanks to God and he was also a deeply religious man however I never saw this religious part of him only a man who was open to everyone. Apparently he was devout Catholic even paying for the front pew in the chapel for his family to be closer to God.
I would spend my summers with him and my job was to remove the caterpillars from the vegetables in the morning. I would spend every moment I could with him. I would sit on his knee for which seemed like hours combing his hair into new styles, he did not mind as he always wore a cap.
When people would discover that I was James McKay’s granddaughter they would always have a wonderful story to tell me about him, one of the many stories was, how he illegally fed people during World War 2 by killing the animals on his farm, he could have been jailed for doing this however he took the risk to keep people alive. Apparently this act was of great financial and personal cost to him.
They always ended the conversation by saying “ By the way I am his best friend". I always laugh at that as each one of us grandchildren (about 25 of us) claimed we were his favorite grandchild. James is the only person that I know that had that knack of being present for everyone, with everyone feeling important around him.
He taught me to always be the kindest human I can be.
He died when I was 12, hundreds of people attended his funeral each one with a story of kindness he had created in their life. The priest told my grandmother that when he giving my grandfather the last rites, the final sacrament of the Catholic Church it humbled him as he was sure he did not need it.
He was indeed my sacred teacher.
My daughter, I was not sure if I wanted to be a Mom even though I was very natural with children. I had come from a very abusive background and did not want to past this abuse on to a next generation. I had done a lot of therapy and work on myself however I still had a little doubt in myself.
Kayleen made her present known about 2 years before she was born. I was passing a store I saw a print of young girl lying in a bed a daybed I was not sure what drew me to this picture I just I had to have it. I bought it and started decorating a bed room around it, it was a guest bedroom people would tell me it was cute and then add I did not know you had a daughter, I would laugh believing they did appreciate my pastel decor lol.
Forward 2 years I woke one morning up feeling very sick after a very romantic night with my husband and even though I was using birth control I knew I was pregnant. I went to the doctor that week for a pregnancy test they told me that it would not show yet however I insisted on a blood test and I received a call within the next few days confirming what I already knew.
Kayleen was born on Oct 4th 1993 she was 2 weeks overdue coming quietly into the world in her own time and rhythm.
She taught me so much about myself, how I was capable of giving great love like my Granda, that I was kind and sometimes even wise.
That I could be vulnerable and play and act silly.
She taught me to remember that i was intuitive and an empath as I recognized these gifts in her right away.
She told me when she was 5 that when two waves of the same frequency meet, they create a larger. more powerful wave of the same frequency. Therefore when two matching vibrations (positive, negative, etc.) come together, this multiplies these vibrations into more powerful waves. And this was a rhythm to life.
One night as I lay in her bed reading her a good night story I look at that picture now hanging on her wall and there she was a young child with long curly hair in a day bed just like the child I was reading to and laying in a day bed.
She continues to be my sacred teacher.
I would love to hear about the people in your life the wise ones, the ones who came to re-awaken you and to remind you who you are.