The Joyous Mountain

My path to accreditation felt like climbing a mountain at times. I trained, I studied, I practiced. There were various crises. Almost at the very last minute, I made myself apply for the November accreditation in Albuquerque. One mountain down. Anxiety arrived at accreditation: was I really ready? There was so much to learn, so much room for improvement. We all worried. It was another mountain.

I got through. We all got through. Now I’m facing the next mountain: forming and teaching classes. All these mountains reminded me of a song my dad used to sing when I was a child, “The bear went over the mountain … to see what he could see. What did he see … he saw another mountain.” My teacher, Hope, assured me that this time I’m climbing the joyous mountain. She’s right.

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