Book Description
People who have 9 as their lucky numbernever, ever stop weaving their dreams. If you live with your heart open, fear becomes an adventure.In many ways, I had less than most--living on the rubber plantation, saving pennies for food, fighting for floor space by the window, never seeing Father, tapping trees at dawn with Mother. And then there was my arm. It brought panic....But I had a strong foundation in several faiths, and had literally won the lotto when it came to school. There, sports changed my life. When I ran no one stared at the scars on my arm. And I had shiny rubber tree seeds in my pocket representing the power and beauty of growth.Upon leaving home at nineteen, I discovered joy and freedom. And "this girl" who made all Cs in school found more success than she ever could have dreamed. But I was always searching, for something, for peace--in the jungles of Malaysia, the Borobudur, the Sistine Chapel, the Krishna Temple. I chased after it in marathons in Sri-Lanka, Europe, and Australia. It wasn't on that Viking boat in Sweden. Russia? Africa? Mexico? They were fascinating. I'm so blessed, but life was not still when I visited those places. That came gradually."Peace starts from within in the hearts of each of us." Mahatma Gandhi Ji said that. Today, whether I am with my Buddhist mother, my Jewish husband, the Headmistress at the Catholic Convent School, or sitting in meditation, I have realized I am one with everyone, as they are with me, as we are all one with the Source. I am content, give thanks, and have found my way home. Now it is my passion to inspire and give back.Zen masters can pull carts with fish hooks stuck in their skin. I've seen this with my own two eyes. I've seen my mother do the same: she's tapped nearly half a million rubber trees so her kids could be free.