Being a mystic living in a cave seeking God must have its challenges, but is any of it as challenging as trying to stay centered, with an open heart, calmly accepting what is and what will be, while sitting at the car mechanic’s waiting to hear how much it will cost to turn off the Check Engine light that suddenly lit up on the dashboard of an eight-year-old vehicle? Trying not to project into dire bottom lines. Trying not to think about debt vs income ratio. It would be so easy if there was plenty of money sitting in a bank account to pay for whatever is needed. Yes, I’m sitting at the mechanic’s and no, the bank account will not cover it.
But I’m thinking next of all the people in the world who are hungry right now. The people in the US who are hungry right now. Even the mystic in the cave must think sometimes about the Indian sadhu with the begging bowl.
We choose our lives. This mechanic mourning is the price I pay for driving a car. I long for the cave…
