In my 20s I so yearned to find my cave.
I thought I’d escape to that cave and not emerge until I was enlightened.
The fact that I was struggling in relationships and graduate school, I kept telling myself, had nothing to do with that desire.
Spending time between reading Sufism (Islamic mysticism) and Buddhism, I had an idea of what my cave would look like.
It would be in India (of course, because God and realization were in India).
It would be on a mountain (didn’t Muhammad go to a cave on a mountain top?).
It would look down on a pristine lake.
So off to India I went, seeking God and realization.
I found that cave somewhere near Ajmer.
It was, lo and…