No Darshan For You!

i decided to go.
to Darshan.
with Amma.
for Terence.
well, for me...
but for Terence.
because i respect him.
and i'm curious what he sees.
because i don't see it.
(and after an author i respect
went to Darshan and still didn't see it
i was curious...
would i still not see it too??)
so i went.
to Darshan.
or tried to.
apparently...
someone
(the goddess of jeeps??)
doesn't think i'm ready...
or doesn't think i should go.

i hopped in the cherokee...
grabbed an ice coffee at DDs...
and hit the open road.
i had the windows down...
wind in my hair...
(day-dreaming of my old wrangler)
rock n' roll busting out my speakers...
it was beautiful.
until...
i smelled smoking brakes.
my brakes.
smoking.
i pulled off the highway...
45 mins from Darshan.
45 mins from Amma.
...and my front left brake...
was stuck.
stuck "on".
so... what does a 33 year old woman
who lives in her parents' basement
and is unemployed with $30 to her name do??
she calls mom.
my parents drove an hour and half...
to my aid.
they have AAA.
but of course...
when they got there...
the brake had... unstuck!
i drove it around
the parking lot i had been sitting in
for the past 2 hours reading
in a broken down jeep...
and it had unstuck!
so... i drove home.
with my parents' tailing me the whole way.
the jeep seems fine now.
darshan started a couple hours ago...
without me.
guess it wasn't meant to be.