Tony de Mello and cooking skills.

I don’t really remember much about the format of the meetings, but I must have gone to about four of the six meetings. I’m sure there were some meditation, and some breathing exercises, but what I remember most, is that we had to by the sixth meeting share one thing we most admired about the person sitting on our left. I can’t remember who was sitting on my left, but I can remember what the woman on my right said, about me. She said she admired ‘my youth', and she said 'you know so much at such a young age, being exposed to these teachings (de Mello’s)’. I remember what she said, because I remember it being so ironic. At least I had the good sense to realise that she was being unintentionally ironic, and now when I think back on that time its even more ironic still, since I’m even more keenly aware of how little I know of the things purported by me, or by my even being there.

Then again, maybe I did know a lot back then, but forgot it, only to remember it again. Perhaps it was in the daily exercises of living a real life that true knowledge grows. The struggle then is to somehow, internalise that learning and express it on the canvas, or in the poem, or in whatever way you choose. It could even be in cooking a good meal.