Eat, Pray, Love

Why am I worrying about this, by the way?
What have I not yet learned about the futility of worry?
So after a while, I stopped thinking about all this and just held him while he slept. I am fall-
ing in love with this man. Then I fell asleep beside him and had two memorable dreams.
Both were about my Guru. In the first dream, my Guru informed me that she was closing
down her Ashrams and that she would no longer be speaking, teaching or publishing books.
She gave her students one final speech, in which she said, “You’ve had more than enough
teachings. You have been given everything you need to know in order to be free. It’s time for
you to go out in the world and live a happy life.”
The second dream was even more confirming. I was eating in a terrific restaurant in New
York City with Felipe. We were having a wonderful meal of lamb chops and artichokes and
fine wine and we were talking and laughing happily. I looked across the room and saw Swam-
iji, my Guru’s master, deceased since 1982. But he was alive that night, right there in a
snazzy New York restaurant. He was eating dinner with a group of his friends and they also
seemed to be having a merry time of it. Our eyes met across the room and Swamiji smiled at
me and raised his wineglass in a toast.
And then—quite distinctly—this small Indian Guru who had spoken precious little English
during his lifetime mouthed this one word to me across the distance: Enjoy.
Eat, Pray, Love