Desanctifying The Teacher/student Relationship

May 15th, 2012 | srBlog archives

When Teachers and Leaders Are Out of Alignment

by Sharon Cummings

For decades, Wall Street has prioritized profit over the public’s best interest. Power plays, greed and manipulation have historically been rewarded at “too big to fail” financial institutions. In the political arena, our former governor, Arnold Schwarzenegger is only the most recent in a long line of politicians and candidates who interact inappropriately with an employee or supporter, and our lobbying system has systematized legal bribery.

With all the morally bankrupt behavior in our external environment, it’s no wonder we seek sanctuary in like-minded communities, often in commitment to a spiritual practice. Sadly, even our beloved spiritual leaders are not immune to abusing authority. Many (if not all) spiritual groups have witnessed some perversion of power by one spiritual teacher or another.

Some years back, Buddhist author and meditation teacher Jack Kornfield surveyed 54 spiritual teachers and students and found that, “Significantly, 34 of the 39 teachers who are not celibate have had at least one sexual relationship with one or more students.”

Kornfield continued, “Certainly some of those relationships are conscious, loving and freely chosen . . . Nevertheless, some have involved the exploitation of the student-teacher relationship and have, in a number of cases, contradicted the teachings of the tradition.” What Kornfield found was not new, nor has it changed much since.4643617_l

We expect our spiritual leaders to nurture a sacred space with crystal clear moral clarity surrounding a student’s spiritual development. Students supply the basic foundation of faith and trust by supporting the spiritual practices espoused by the teacher. Both student and teacher commit to each other’s awakening in this exchange.

Additional guidelines or precepts may be agreed upon to protect the sanctity of the spiritual environment. For example, both student and teacher are accountable for upholding the practice of prajna, or “discerning awareness.”

Ideally, we experience a harmonious flow of love and wisdom between student and teacher. If power is misused, the student may confuse compassion and coercion, faith and manipulation, or even sacred and sexual, as internal spiritual centers are shifted out of alignment. A healthy spiritual practice is no longer possible in this dysfunctional environment.

With honest awareness that teachers are subject to the same human temptations as everyone else, James Baraz, co-founding teacher of Spirit Rock Meditation Center, and Jack Kornfield, along with other senior teachers, were prompted to create the Teachers Code of Ethics establishing clear boundaries for student/teacher safety.

Baraz reminds us, “An authentic spiritual teacher recognizes spiritual maturity, ultimately empowering the student to trust their own heart as the highest spiritual authority.” He suggests a simple gut check for a student to see if s/he feels spiritually protected and energetically safe around a teacher: If the body feels uncomfortable or contracted around a teacher or a practice, the trigger must be addressed. Spiritual practice invites an intimate connection with our hearts; intuition, or how something makes you “feel,” may be the best guidance in steering our own moral compass, he advises.

Last month, Greg Smith recounted a disconcerting experience in a “toxic” and “destructive” community to The New York Times, saying, “I can no longer in good conscience say that I identify with what it stands for.” The “it” in question was the corporate culture of Goldman Sachs, where Smith had been an executive director. “Leadership used to be about ideas, setting an example and doing the right thing,” he wrote, clearly disenchanted.

Smith risked isolation in the financial industry for his overt transparency, but perhaps his public disclosure of corrupt practices is monumental in initiating his own healing, and that of the greater corporate culture.

Similarly, when members of a beloved yoga community earlier this year wrote publicly in protest of perceived abuses, it may have sparked greater communication and transparency in other like-minded communities. One interesting difference between this situation and that of Greg Smith is that the exposed leader is likely to experience greater suffering than the whistle-blowers. Perhaps this is more just, or at least poetic justice.

Our challenge in any community in which we feel our trust has been broken is to transform the trauma we feel into a gift that supports our greater spiritual awakening. The pain may be motivation to revisit our intention—perhaps finding we received the exact lesson we needed to evolve. Or the experience may shift our direction toward a new community. We can release our suffering by sharing our stories with others similarly committed to starting a new chapter based on truth and transparency.

Originally published in Whole Life Times

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Saucy Sash Suicide!

May 14th, 2012 | Suicide Girls/SG Radio

One of the things I love about being involved with SuicideGirls, is that they truly embrace a womanly body. The models chose their own costumes and help style the shots to be sure the “female gaze” is expressed and that the model is comfy in her own skin. These non-Photoshopped photos are of Sash Suicide, one of SG’s most popular models. She also handles any technical difficulties, so I look forward to those rare moments when my SG subscription (one of the perks of writing for them and co-hosting the radio show) goes wonky.

Anyway, it’s important that we have curvy, luscious, womanly role models and women embracing of their sexy lines and undies and lips and glasses and tattoos.  So, today, I’m celebrating not only Sash & SG, but women everywhere (and dudes, too) who do their daily duty to obliterate the shame and BS duly doused on us by the powers that be (we are all The Man, though). Be you, share your truths, and know that you have all of my respect!

XOXO
Darrah

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letting go

May 14th, 2012 | srBlog archives

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want less

May 14th, 2012 | srBlog archives

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heal me

May 14th, 2012 | srBlog archives

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Natural Does It!

May 12th, 2012 | srBlog archives


Charlotte Gainsbourg is currently the face of Balenciaga’s perfume

Really love seeing such a natural face praised and presented in Parisian luxury company Balenciaga’s campaign for this yummy, sugary sweet perfume (wishlist!). Infused with spicy notes too, it has spawned an L’Essence counterpart.

Gainsbourg, the killer award-winning actress/singer whose starred in The Tree and that shithead Lars von Trier’s Melonchalia, with crushworthy (and I so do crush on her) Kirsten Dunst represents for natural beauties everywhere! (Does she remind you of Holly Hunter in this pic?) Background on the babe: Gainsbourg made her motion picture debut playing Catherine Deneuve’s daughter in the 1984 film Paroles et musique. In real life, she is the daughter of British actress Jane Birkin and French singer-songwriter Serge Gainsbourg, and received both a César Award and the Cannes Film Festival Best Actress Award. She’s tied in my book with Asia Argento as a woman I’d love to dine with. Along with Deneuve. Though, I just want to rub her feet.

Gainsbourg will soon lose her campaign crown, however, to be replaced, by The Huntsman star Kristen Stewart.

What do you think – should women take a cue and take it down a notch with makeup? Is natural better?

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Tease o’ The Day!

May 12th, 2012 | srBlog archives

I miss schtooping director boyfriends. They always tell me exactly how they want the stage set, the blocking done, and the natural actress in me loves being “director’s pet.” Oh, well.

photo by Peter Bolte.

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Black Boys on Mopeds

May 11th, 2012 | Other Published Work

Have a beautiful weekend, my friends. This weekend, I have two family bdays to attend (wish me luck!). One for a five-year-old, though. My supastar niece, whom I absolutely adore. She recently told my mom that she wants a “real life pet doggie.” My mom told her that a real-life pet doggie is a big responsibility. You have to feed her/him, take them for a walk, give them love and so forth. She said, “Aunty Darrah will do it.” ;) Oh, well. I’m sure Oscar would love a playmate!

Remember your mom this weekend (Mother’s Day!). The relationship between mother and child is a fluid one, I’ve learned. I used to be very close with my mother, especially because we survived an uncommon war together in our household. I’m the youngest of four, and she has always regarded me as the baby. I was the only one she breastfed. (In her defense, this was the late-70s and doctors were hyping formula, but my mommy, also a rebel, gave me holistic vitamins and her boobie, lots.) Lots of attention, affection, love, and excuses for my outright insane behavior, especially when I was a drug-addicted teenager, dressed like Squeaky Fromme, sleeping until two o’clock in the afternoon on a Saturday, vegan-ish and dating various bad boys. Getting tattoos and piercing my tongue came not long after. That’s not to say I didn’t also get straight A’s and wasn’t valedictorian speaker of my high school class. I just happened to make my speech sans underwear or bra. In a satin dress.

My mom has gone through all of my phases like a champ. I especially appreciate her coolness when I came out as bi when I was nineteen. We were sitting in one of those dismal chain restaurants that haunt the San Fernando Valley like a bullish case of crabs on a nearby porn set. Carrow’s I think it was. We were about to leave, having finished our doubly buttered sourdough and cheese with extra ranch dressing and a side of a malted ball shake or whatever the hell they consider comfort food in Chatsworth, when I blurted out “I’m bi!” It just sorta fell from my lipsticked lips. Or rather, exploded up from my center with the precision of a dart narrowing toward a cardboard cutout of a Maxim model. Her response? “I KNOW!”

I joke with her that she’s gone from wanting me to be with a man, to wanting me to get married, to being cool with me just somehow having a child excreted from my body – whatever orifice it may be delivered from – even if that’s my ass – and it got there from a non-Jewish junkie ex-hooker transvestite. Yes, I actually say shit like that at family functions. It’s that kind of humor that has been honed and perfected over time in our family. Sarcasm? Eh, I’m a fan if it’s not personal. But, totally inappropriate (especially given that some of my non-blood related fam is religious Catholic/Christian) secular sexual pro-creative joking that literally stops dead in its tracks the “Happy Birthday to You!” theme chant, and I’m good for the rest of the night.

See, I would have to be your baby too, to fully embrace all of my faults. But, then – I also give killer blow jobs.

Happy Mother’s Day!

XOXO

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i did a bad bad thing.

May 10th, 2012 | srBlog archives

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Drink Before The War

May 10th, 2012 | srBlog archives


[underrated~sinead]

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