Eat, Pray, Love

makrishna, and I stumbled upon a story about a seeker who once came to see the great mas-
ter and admitted to him that she feared she was not a good enough devotee, feared that she
did not love God enough. And the saint said, “Is there nothing you love?” The woman admit-
ted that she adored her young nephew more than anything on earth. The saint said, “There,
then. He is your Krishna, your beloved. In your service to your nephew, you are serving God.”
But all this is inconsequential. The really amazing thing happened the same day I’d
jumped out of the building. That afternoon, I ran into Delia, my roommate. I told her that she
had padlocked me into our room. She was aghast. She said, “I can’t imagine why I would’ve
done that! Especially because you’ve been on my mind all morning. I had this really vivid
dream about you last night. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it all day.”
“Tell me,” I said.
“I dreamt that you were on fire,” Delia said, “and that your bed was on fire, too. I jumped
up to try to help you, but by the time I got there, you were nothing but white ash.”
Eat, Pray, Love