8/13/10—Mcleodganj, in Moonpeak Espresso, a little piece of Seattle
“Eat, drink, and be merry, for tomorrow we’ll die.”—Dave Matthews
This morning, unlike every other morning since being in India, a dark cloud overshadowed the previous glimmer of the undiscovered. Mcleodganj seemed dull, my nomadic spirit ill-conceived and ignorant. When Ty and I walked into the Seattle-esque café after trudging unsuccessfully all over town to find a new breakfast/internet spot, it was no surprise that the internet didn’t readily work and the power was out, effectively completing my disheveled, “woke up on the wrong side of the bed” kind of morning. Just as I had resigned myself to a day of emotional darkness, the metaphoric clouds broke—a luminous beam shined brightly through. The generator surged on. The room filled with artificial light, photographs on the wall reclaimed their previous gleam. It was then that I heard it: Dave Matthews crooning over the speakers. JUST the nourishment my soul needed this morning! It’s as if the universe knew I needed a little “pick-me-up” to get me through the day. “Coincidences” like these to others may be only that, coincidences. Not for me. Instead, they are my reminder, my proof, that I am following my path, that my life is intentionally pressing onward toward my destiny. My nirvana. :)
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