“What’s an Ashram?” he asked, blankly. Misunderstanding my hesitation, his face lit up in comprehension. Winking slyly, he asked, “Is it a place you go to smoke weed and have lots of sex?”

“He, I was sure, would have all the answers, and these answers he would find in my vagina.”

“My tears stopped flowing, and a warmth spread through me. In my inner stillness, the answer found me “ you are the same person you have always been but never dared to see.”

“From that moment no human face ever looked the same. I saw me in everyone and everyone in me.”

“My angel, my heart, love is your protection.”

“I had never climbed a mountain, but standing at the bottom, looking at the summit, thinking, “How the fuck am I going to make it?” was pointless.”

“It was a new experience, the “I” watching “my” mind freaking out!”