I don’t know how she found out about the cookies.
But once, when I was in middle school, my mother took me into a scuba diving shop. My memory is that it was a jungle of flippers, snorkels, wet suits. My memory is also that I thought my mother was nuts for taking me there. I had no expressed interest in scuba diving.
My mother led me to the way back of the store. Maybe there was a little display case or a small snack bar, but from somewhere, she purchased a cookie. It was thick and soft, with chocolate so warm that it melted all over the wax paper it was wrapped up in.
I’d had good cookies before. I’ve had good cookies since. I’ve never had a cookie like that. You can’t make a cookie that incredible without some big league love and delight.
We went back regularly for them. I think it was the wife of the shop owner who made them. She loved baking and had a great recipe; so why not sell cookies alongside waterproof watches and aquashoes?
Back then, I thought it was random – who sells cookies at a scuba gear shop? But the more I think about it, the more I think about something Joseph Campbell said: “A great temple can be established anywhere.”
Who says you need a bakery or the conventional surroundings or the ideal conditions? In fact, perhaps a temple becomes all the more sacred when it springs up in unexpected places.
So when I think about it now, I think, You bring the love and you bring the delight, you can build a temple wherever you are.