I want a funny guru. I want to be laughing as I sit down to drink my first cup of coffee, as I sit down to meditate or contemplate. I at least want a smile on my face. I want someone who really gets human nature and isn’t afraid to share their own. I love Eckhart Tolle. But is he funny? I don’t want significance. I have enough on my own. I want to laugh at the human condition. Laugh in recognition. Laugh deservedly after a lifetime of being too hard on myself and hearing how that’ s what everyone else does too.

Tell me about the strangeness of your mind. Tell me about how after 40 years of study, you still have extreme moments of self-doubt and question your sanity. Then, I will follow you.

We are infinite possibility, we are limitless potential, we are connected to all living things. Yes, and… We are shits, assholes and worse. We spill coffee on our shirts as we are going to an interview. We flip off the driver behind us who gets a little close to our tail. We forget to call our mom. And, much, much worse. And, we are funny.

I look at my bookshelves and they contain a lot of nice books with beautiful words. And, I am tired of most of them. Except maybe Bird by Bird. Anne Lamott is very funny.

Please don’t inspire me, instead, make me laugh. Inspiration is a dime a dozen these days. Mid-way through my forties, I can say that what I really want is humor. Please. Humor with depth. Farts are always funny (as my husband would say) but give me the humor of someone who has been there, done that and continues to do so. Then, I think I will laugh.