continued from The Law of Distraction
'the monk was smiling'
“would you like to test-drive it?” asked the monk, handing me the keys with a smile..
“Of course,” I replied, feeling a little nervous, knowing how much power was under the hood, knowing how fast this baby could go, when you want it to.
I mean, that’s what spiritual practice is – knowing that the resources you have at your disposal are virtually limitless. And by power I mean love, patience, creativity, humor, intelligence.
Practical spirituality isn’t about rules, you can call it “everyday mysticism” – that’s not to diminish it in any way. By everyday mysticism I mean keeping the big picture, keeping balance. Seeing the road ahead and enjoying the landscape, and remembering where you’re coming from.
And celebrating the journey, celebrating your accomplishments.
He opened the door for me. It was the kind of door that looks like seagull wings. He lifted it up, and I ducked under his am and sat down in the driver’s seat.
It was surprisingly comfortable. “I thought this was supposed to be difficult,” I said.
“Have a great ride,” said the monk. He was still smiling.
