The Green Juice That Arrived: A Man's Lesson in Trust, Presence, and Inner Balance
In the last essay, Practical Spirituality: Why I Never Get Jet Lag, we saw how the mind’s story about the body often becomes the body’s reality. This next story is smaller. It happened at a breakfast table, and it is about what can arrive when we stop grasping: a quiet morning in Mumbai and a glass of green juice.
It was our last morning at a fine hotel in Mumbai. During our six-night stay, I had ordered the green juice at the breakfast buffet only a couple of times. The first experiences were pleasant enough: fresh, healthy, but nothing particularly memorable. A little too watery. Slightly bland. After those two attempts, I stopped ordering it. I simply did not expect much from it anymore.
With love,
Manu