In the late nineties I lived for a period in a Buddhist Temple of my Tai Chi Kung Fu Master. After nearly a year my Master announced he had to go to Seattle for a ceremony conducted by his Buddhist Master. It was inconvenient because his girlfriend was in late stages of pregnancy and couldn't travel.
I was asked if I could be available in an emergency while he was gone, and no sooner had he left and his girlfriend when into labour. His daughter "Enya" was born on the same date as the Buddhist ceremony. There was a beautiful rainbow as I visited the newborn baby in hospital.
In addition during the same period that my Master was away, The manager of the temple told me my rent was increasing to a level that was unaffordable to me. As luck would have it a work colleague was renting (at a good rate) a spare room in their flat in Forest Hill. I moved out of the temple as quickly as I moved in. It was a lovely flat but my new landlord was very particular about keeping it clean and tidy so I found myself tip towing around, it felt as though everything I did would make a mess . My new landlord was a fierce character. They later got a job as a "Food Standards" Health and Safety Inspector, The perfect job for them. I moved on after several months returning to Hoxton. My experiment in South London done.
No comments:
Post a Comment