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.
Oiling a Rusty Mind 