We sit together in silence, to begin. I give out my "fortune cookie fortunes," and people say they have received just what they needed to hear, almost invariably. I read for a short while. We talk.
A reading and book-signing is a study in human nature. These are my readers. Who are they? Who do they think I am? We are all really nobodies, empty of a separate self. And in this wonderful hour or two, our lives intertwine physically, viscerally. She who wishes to forgive sees the possibility of letting go. And I receive the marvelous stories of all who wish to share them. We form a small Sangha, a spiritual community, and we inter-are.