Unexpectedly I had "darshan" with Amma at the Hindu temple in Calabasas. It was a few years ago. I knew nothing about her or that she would be visiting that day. Driving the back roads of Malibu and walking in the mountain parks, going to the beach at Paradise Cove, was a way for me to hit my reset button. Coming home from the beach I sometimes stopped at the temple for the evening sundown blessing - arati. I was there with a friend when one of the priests said "come back tomorrow." So I did. And Amma was visiting.
People had come a long way, as far as San Francisco to see her. Several older men were crying at the sight of her. A mother's love for them, so long ago. Amma touched them and they cried in gratitude to be recognized as a child again. I think she's a living saint.
