This Sunday, July 9th, is celebrated by the Indian festival of Guru Purnima, meaning Gurus (Gurus). This day is dedicated to the thanksgiving of all those who have taught us something that has opened the flower of our conscience and our heart. Those who did not impose us a truth, but who pointed our finger to our heart to find it.
The gratitude is to recognize those who have burned in us the flame of curiosity, those who have awakened us from the sleep of daily life. To thank is to be aware that we are part of a network of teachers who inspired us. Each of them in turn was a student of other masters of which we are indirectly students. A lineage that leads us back to the great Masters of humanity in the service of the Divine, visible and invisible.
But who are these teachers? Clearly those who made us open our eyes to the world, but not only. There are also unknown masters, those who teach us all day. The first among those are the people closest to us, starting with our partner of life, our children, our family.
It’s those people who in a moment can help us solve a problem. It is those who knowingly find the right word for resuming when we are down. Those who, finally, can give us a vigorous push to awaken our sleep consciousness. The masters, we are also, in our own case, even to our knowledge without the example of our day to day life.
Good Guru Purnima at all,