On the way to the chiropractor's appointment, I talked to Judy B. She's had a hard few weeks.
I'm going to add her and her family to my prayer list. Then she told me something that truly shocked me. I knew in my heart, but not in my head.
Bapuji is the Indian Saint has been my light and my guide for so many years. I knew that he had a serious illness. I knew last summer that I should have said goodbye, but I kept telling myself that he'd get well. That he'd use the magic of yoga which he could do, and bring his health back.
A great saint often takes on the karma of his spiritual children. So . . . . Judy told me that Bapuji has been very, very ill. It's probably not possible for him to come back to America next summer. In some ways, I hope that he takes care of himself instead.
As Judy shared, I cried. I felt shocked, and sad. Never to see Prem again, how could that be? I thought I might cry in Dr K's office. How to explain tears , when I don't want to share. Luckily, Pat ( an office friend) was there. We always talk. She noticed that I've managed to lose some weight. We talked about giving up sweets and diet secrets. Pat says she doesn't have to diet. I know that isn't true because Dr K told me that she was upset because she wanted to lose more weight. I didn't care. everyone has the right to their own beauty secrets. I have mine. It's interesting how the mind works. It's like meditation. If you focus on the inner space, the mantra , a hatha pose, pranayama , any of the many aspects of meditation or spiritual practice, you won't be pulled along in the tides of maya--daily life. Even if you suffer deep sadness it will take you completely. You'll still be able to ground yourself in the eternal.
After my adjustment, I had chores to do. I tried to focus on the peace within, and my knowledge that Bupuji will always be with me. This time is more difficult because of my concerns for Luke.
Em called to say that she was welcomed with open arms into a dream job. She has worked so hard for this day. She so deserved this moment. She invited us to share dinner with her and Bobby to celebrate. So we went and celebrated.
I thought about something Baba Muktananda used to say, the outer life is a play of light and shadow."
My plan is pray, pray, pray and put my focus on the inner healer.
I had to do some