I left home for five days at the last week of January to attend a closing seminar that celebrated the end of my first year in the master’s program at ITP/Sofia and the beginning of my second. I left home believing in one version of me, and returned embracing another.
One of the irritations of being a student of ITP/Sofia is having friends not affiliated with the school ask you (in some cases, repeatedly) So, Mimm, what is it exactly you’ll be able to do with this when you’re done?
How should I know? The school, after all, is decidedly left-of-center. Physically little more than two industrial sized single-story buildings in a doublewide parking lot, in truth the Institute of Transpersonal Psychology (now Sofia University) is filled with individuals who have chosen to study the spiritual heart of the psyche. I’ve met young PhD candidates leaning toward a career in research and Pagans in the master’s program destined for academia. I know graduates who a decade later continue to quietly counsel clients struggling to make sense of their lives and shiny new students walking a path deeply entrenched in the search for a higher consciousness. Somehow they’ve found ITP/Sofia but even here, they stand out in their choice to initiate a journey leading them further from the mainstream.
When I enrolled, my only intention was to find a course of study that would deepen my practice. And when I chose my second-year specialization, Transformation Life Coaching, I wanted a practical translation of my deepening practice that I could take out into the world. I wanted to choose a reasonable course. A safe journey. Something that might lead to a comfortable retirement plan.
I should have known better. Right or wrong, I’ve never considered a comfortable retirement plan a high priority even though the thought of not having one can, from time to time, induce a pulse quickening panic attack.
It was Day Three of the seminar when I stood in line for a cup of green tea and felt it coming on. There was a quivering around my heart. Change is something I like to ease into. I prefer a slow graceful curve to a hairpin turn. What I was beginning to feel in my heart was neither slow nor graceful. I took my mug into the assembly room and sat by John. John has been a long distance anchor and older brother to me this past year. John, I said, I chose the wrong specialization. And I already bought all the textbooks.
John didn’t hesitate.
Mimm, he shrugged and said, everyone needs more books.
It was as simple as that. Spending a little extra money (even money that I don’t have) on a few more books is better than being tied to a specialization that was chosen simply so that I could answer the question everyone but me needed an answer to: What is it you’ll be able to do when all this is done?
We’re heard it before. That we’re to follow our bliss and let our heart sing. It sounds so sweet, doesn’t it? So easy. But of course anyone who has committed to a life melody based on the song in their heart knows that, in truth, this journey, like all journeys, has moments of difficulty. Along the way we’re going to hit a few bum notes.
The difficulties we face, however, on a journey that begins from the heart, seem easier somehow. They feel less like psychic tsunamis and more like rogue waves. The difficulties we face on journeys begun from the heart are more easily navigated.
It was not my intention to be a full-time student at fifty-five. But here I am. And it feels good. I know I’m not alone on this road and I know I haven’t made the most practical choice. But I’m all right with that. My new specialization is Spiritual Psychology.
You’re probably wondering, what will she be able to do with that when she’s done?
Watch this space.