Yesterday’s joy

Yesterday my 22-yr old grandson Théo (Tayo in French) took me on a death-defying scooter-ride. I had thought riding behind Justin, his brother, in Paris was the height of terrifying, like the rides we took at Hershey Park when they were little. Not so, Grannie. Hang on, it’s not over. The fat lady has yet to sing.

Interesting guy, this one called Théo. He has his own mind, a good heart, and a cat-like sure-footedness. One must stay conscious, alert, free-wheeling to keep up with him. I guess that’s so with every soul, true enough? Be aware lest you miss some subtle new wonder?

A French friend named Laetitia showed me Mooji, a Buddhist meditation guru of great renown, who demonstrates the agility of the unattached heart to take us into powerful presence. This is the inter spiritual path also laid out in The Manifesto: New Monasticism, An Interspiritual Manifesto for Contemplative Life in the Twenty-First Century by Rory McEntee and Adam Bucko. It seems so timely that wonderful thinkers are opening new doors to consciousness lying right in our own hearts, yet requiring wise teachers to guide us.

They’re here, everywhere. That’s the great good news, if I can get out of the way of young ones with their wild traffic-weaving cycling and their sure cat feet.

 

Author: Catherine W. Scott

Grandmother, seeker, writer, fun-lover. I live by the sea in southwest France beside my daughter Leslie. Writing fiction has become joy and teacher. It is diving into one's heart to find stories, characters, ideas. That mysterious within holds wonders worth the dig. Like Walt Whitman said: "I am large. I contain multitudes."

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