The Dalai Lama's Cat And the Art of Purring
“Mrs. Trinci was visiting the café with some exhilarating news: “He’s come out of retreat!”
She and Serena were standing just a short distance away from me, beside the magazine rack.
“After ten years?” Serena’s expression was a mix of astonishment and delight.
“Twelve,” her mother corrected her.
“Last time I saw him was”—Serena glanced upward, trying to work it out—“before I went to Europe.”
“Sì,” her mother agreed.
“Who told you?” Serena asked.
“Dorothy Cartwright. I dropped in this morning. Sh...e’s up to her eyes in preparations.”
“So he’s staying with … ?”
“Sì, with the Cartwrights!” Mrs. Trinci’s eyes gleamed.
“And when will he … ?”
“Today!” Mrs. Trinci’s cheeks were flushed. “He’s on his way from Manali right now!”
The figure at the center of this excitement, I discovered later, was Yogi Tarchin. Yogi is not an official title but an informal one he had acquired over the years as his prowess as a meditation master was first affirmed and then increasingly revered.MoreLess
She and Serena were standing just a short distance away from me, beside the magazine rack.
“After ten years?” Serena’s expression was a mix of astonishment and delight.
“Twelve,” her mother corrected her.
“Last time I saw him was”—Serena glanced upward, trying to work it out—“before I went to Europe.”
“Sì,” her mother agreed.
“Who told you?” Serena asked.
“Dorothy Cartwright. I dropped in this morning. Sh...e’s up to her eyes in preparations.”
“So he’s staying with … ?”
“Sì, with the Cartwrights!” Mrs. Trinci’s eyes gleamed.
“And when will he … ?”
“Today!” Mrs. Trinci’s cheeks were flushed. “He’s on his way from Manali right now!”
The figure at the center of this excitement, I discovered later, was Yogi Tarchin. Yogi is not an official title but an informal one he had acquired over the years as his prowess as a meditation master was first affirmed and then increasingly revered.MoreLess
Read book The Dalai Lama's Cat And the Art of Purring for free
Write Review:
User Reviews: