Thank you, Karma Fairy. You love me, you tough old hag. You want me to be wise and kind, compassionate and careful. And you teach me over and over again this lesson I hate and cannot hold in my mind, that I am not an exception to any of the rules.
The Karma Fairy is here to show us that we are not safe in our righteousness, our intelligence, our careful nutrition, our common sense, our hip and groovy walk in the Tao. She is here to give us deep, full hearts. She is here to show us that we have it in us to make as big a mess as the next person. If we are ever going to find a cure for self-righteousness, the root of all separation, of all cruelty, we need her touch.
The stories in this book are all true. They are about her touch, about waking up, about feeling the Spirit wink at me, about living as a liberal black-belt minister mom in the South. It's an exotic life. I know yours is exotic in its way, and here is another thing I know: You have met the Karma Fairy too.