I keep trying to learn to hold that calm centered place all the time — though I haven’t achieved it, I imagine that “always home” is what it feels like….
Last night, we drove to Berkeley with friends for an evening with Rupert Spira.
He’s been traveling rather nonstop, yet he seemed fresh, relaxed, bright.
It reminded me of a conversation with him at dinner at a retreat last year. Someone asked him–after recent international travel and several full days of teaching–“Aren’t you tired?”
Rupert responded, “No, not at all.” He seemed mildly surprised at the question.
“How can that be?” the other person asked.
“I’m always at home,” he replied softly.
© Amrita Skye Blaine, 2012
(photo from his website)