No Smoking

My husband smokes. For a long time I thought he’d grow out of it, but as he’s shown no sign of growing up, let alone growing out of anything, I asked Sogyal Rinpoche for help.

Rinpoche listened, smiling, as he doodled on a paper table cloth. Eventually he looked up and announced,  “Andreas, no smoking zone, Janine, love zone.” Then he got up and left.

I sighed. It wasn’t quite the vajra command I had been hoping for, but then I noticed Andreas reading the tablecloth. And crossed my fingers.

But…  my husband continues to smoke.

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