My previous post about people wanting the taste of things , combined with some reseach I am presently doing, reminded me of this quote that I thought very apt.
“There was a little old woman, about 70, sitting in the front row of one of my lectures. She wore a little hat with strawberries and cherries on it, a black patent-leather bag, and oxford shoes. The audience was all flower children. I thought somebody brought their grandmother. I would tell a far-out story, I would look over, and she would be nodding yes. So I would get a little more outrageous, testing my limits, and she kept nodding. I thought maybe she had a neck problem. At the end, I egged her to come up, and I said, ‘What have you done in your life where you know this stuff to be true?’ She leaned forward very conspiratorially and said, ‘I crochet.’
It blew my mind. Up to then, it was ‘you meditate in Burma sitting on the full moon on your head after fasting.’ And she crochets. I finally realized that there are lots of routes up the mountain.”