Day 3 + 4: Chicago to Philadelphia
Wherever God lays His glance
Life starts Clapping.
I don’t know why I feel so at home in Chicago, I never lived here. Most people think of Blues and deep dish pizza. I think of Jazz and where to get a vegan meal.
My hotel (Whitehall) is full of restless spirits, but for some reason they avoid my room, tucked away in a corner not visible from the hallway. Proof of Meher Baba’s nazar. The service is scant but the room is quite nice.
The bed is just heavenly, a plush place to lavish myself with sleep after days of hard surfaces. (The term ‘cooling board’ sprang to mind more than once.) This bed is the kind you want to dive into – so I do. Ahhhhhh – thank you, Lord.
But I will have to wait until I consume a decent meal. As it turns out, there is a restaurant across the street in the Four Seasons Hotel called Adorn, and it has some very tempting vegan dishes. The eggplant curry with chickpeas feels so nourishing. The salad, though, is sensational: Baby kale with candied carrots, walnuts, and dried blueberries. I’ll have three of those, please!
I’m not going to tell you much about dessert because – well, I cheated. I’m on vacation. If you knew how good this was, you would be on a flight (not a train) to Chicago post haste:
Greatness is always built upon this foundation:
The ability to appear, speak, and act as the most common man.
Everything in nature has aspirations. Everything seeks more complex forms, more movement, more consciousness. Meher Baba tells us this is due to His Whim to know Himself.
We become stone and say, “Not this.” So we begin to experiment with shapes. A rock shaped like a frog or a face or a heart is aspiring to become something it can only sense as possibility. So when you see a rock jutting out from the side of a mountain that looks for all the world like a whale breaching, that rock is dreaming its future self.
As the train crosses from Kentucky to West Virginia, I rediscover my childhood spent in the woods around my house, down by the Monongahela River, where the train tracks vibrated with the excitement of adventure as far as the eye could see in either direction. That was where this aspiration to be a hobo became the logical progression for my life. I loved my family, but I trusted the woods and the river and the rails.
Jai Baba to all!