Krishnamurti

Things have been coming easily to me. The other day, I was walking with my head down as I’m prone to do,  and when I looked up there was a table saw sitting by the curbside. I’ve been hoping for a table saw for quite some time. I’d wake up mornings thinking about how great it would be to have a table saw to cut wood perfectly straight.

I walked home and fetched my car and loaded the table saw onto the trunk of my convertible. I held onto it with one hand while I drove down a steep hill, and then up a steep hill. It was meant to be. I got it to my cabin in one piece.

            The following day I drove up to Ojai with my lady friend. Neither of us had been to Ojai so it was exciting. We got to the city and drove out of town a few miles. I was following three cars into the orange groves. It looked like they knew where they were going. They peeled off onto different roads and I kept going up the hill. I turned my head and I saw a sign that read Krishnamurti Center. I turned around and drove up the driveway. It turned out to be Krishnamurti’s place of residence. It was an impressive piece of land. It had orange groves and three houses on the property. The property manager gave us a tour. “Pick as many oranges as you like,” she said. We picked a few oranges for the drive home. I had no idea Krisnamurti lived in Ojai. It was a great find.