P is an Indian saint who comes to the U.S. every summer.  When he's in Chicago,  he stays with N and her family.  I love to visit and think of it as a second home.  When he's there it's so peaceful,  even when many people come in and out. 

At the end of summer,   P returns to India.  N goes with him for a few weeks.  She told me that this year she learned not to criticize others.  When she's annoyed,  she examines herself and works on what she finds there.  

I know she's right,  but it's hard to do.  This was a message for me.  What will I do with it?

I can be sweet,  especially when I like someone.  I can also be harshly critical.  Hummm.