Almost 20 years ago now, I rented a lovely garden apartment in a wonderful home in Marin County. In the midst of internships and work, I passionately created my beautiful backyard garden. Parents would walk by with their children to peer through the wooden fence in order to see the beautiful array of colors and textures. This home nourished my soul and was a place of deep solace. I often sat upon my eggplant colored zafu in front of my alter and soaked in the silence that was all around me. My dear Serena was a perfect companion and was enthralled to simply lay her soft little cat belly on a fluffy bed of Lambs Ear to bask in the sun. I loved my home.
I cannot even remember what it was that came upon my landlord, a local attorney who was known for her sharp tongue and aggressive nature, but suddenly she wanted her house back. Because I had a lease, she couldn’t force me to leave, so instead she set her mind to get me to leave on my own accord. My world turned upside down and I was about the receive one of my greatest teachings.