I have had the grace, the extreme fortune to meet two living Saints in my life.
I repeatedly sat at the feet of one, Sant Ajaib Singh Ji, for hours and hours,
imbibing his Grace and sweet words of Naam and Wisdom. This was the Soul
who allowed me to make sense of the insanity of the world. This was the Soul
who provided me with a bedrock of consciousness for my actions, who made
me a moral being.
Last year I encountered another Saint, Amma Ji.
I have friends who had spoken lovingly of her,
who go to her retreats when she visits the United States.
So I knew who she was, but had never bothered to seek
her out. But a visit with Seattle friends proved to be just
the right ticket to my first Amma Hug.
That first Hug left me limp with longing for more.
I was hugged to the core of my soul.
So this year I went on my own to get my second Amma Hug.
(See Hugging Amma Ji, next.)
How perfect that one Saint was a man, and one is a woman.
How perfect that I have begun both my 60th and 61st years
with a Divine Embrace.
No better Birthday Gift ever.