Eat, Pray, Love

I kissed it with such passion. I mean, I kissed that tree with all my heart, not even thinking at
the time that this is the worst nightmare of every American parent whose child has ever run
away to India to find herself—that she will end up having orgies with trees in the moonlight.
But it was pure, this love that I was feeling. It was godly. I looked around the darkened val-
ley and I could see nothing that was not God. I felt so deeply, terribly happy. I thought to my-
self, “Whatever this feeling is—this is what I have been praying for. And this is also what I
have been praying to.”
Eat, Pray, Love