A few days ago I walked up the hill to see Rabjam Rinpoche. I had a few questions about how to proceed in my life. I asked him to do a mo, or divination for me. It turns out he refers all mo activity to one of his monks who is apparently the mo specialist. So I am waiting for a phone call to know my future.
In the meantime, the phenomenal world has decided to inform me directly of the path to take. Signs are everywhere, pointing me in the right direction.
I often look to the next bend in the road, and worry what will happen when I get there. But rather than do this, I’ve started to realize that if I pay attention to the next 5 steps, then each bend in the road appears easily, as just another collection of 5 steps.
When I left Rabjam Rinpoche, that extraordinary being, I was filled with such an overwhelming feeling of goodness – there is no other word for it – I could not stop smiling for the rest of the day. There is still residue, even a few days later. I wonder if it is this experience itself – the experience of sharing a moment with someone of fathomless kindness and goodwill – that has opened things up and made life feel clear and manageable?
Diary of a Pilgrim 