“The hills! You must be going to some Ashram I bet!” the stranger scoffed.
“No…” I said, gesturing a walk.
Why is pursuit of the matters of the spirit looked down upon by “high” society—a choice of last resort, a time pass, something one pursues if one has nothing to “do” in life?
If my crisp work persona is what you see, good!
It is another matter that my God is the God of the skies and hills and trees and rain and the whole world is his ashram--as also his play thing.