I was born into a very loving family, in Montreal, Quebec. It was my parents’ influence that gave me the inspiration to explore life. In that atmosphere, and from a very young age, I met quite a few spiritual teachers,…
Lead me from death to life, from darkness to light. Lead me from despair to hope, from fear to trust. Lead me from hate to love, from war to peace. Let peace fill our heart, our world, our universe. Peace,…
It’s Juneuary! Well, the farm is wet, the farmers are wet, and our crops are loving it! We come in for lunch un-recognizable in our mud-disguises with wrinkly raisin fingers, grateful for a warm cup of tea and a nourishing…
Greetings: This past Sunday the Centre hosted Swami Santatmananda, the resident acharya at the Swami Dayananda Ashram in Rishikesh. Ahead of satsang and the community dinner he gave an introductory talk on Vedanta to about a hundred people. Visits such…
The details of my life before Babaji are not significant for this article – except to say that yoga changed the life I was living in 1976. I had been teaching in the Inner City London Ghetto Failing Schools on…
Though all genuine spiritual traditions stress the underlying unity and connectedness of humanity, conflict between religions has been a constant in human history; the death and destruction caused by war carried out in the name of god has been extraordinary.…
We’ve had some ups and downs this week on the farm. Our pea trellis is up, and a few of the peas have found their way, with the ‘Purple Mange Tout’ variety winning the race to the trellis. Tomatoes are…
The farm season is in full swing! With the warming and lengthening days, our challenge now is to find balance between maintaining our spring crops, planting our summer crops and dreaming about the crops for the fall. Our farm team…
Greetings: The swallows are back and fluttering around the back deck, choosing corners and ledges to build their mud nests, just like their parents and so many generations before them. The goldfinches have returned and will spend their summer splashing…
Before meeting Babaji Prior to meeting Babaji, I was a wild child: I owned a motorcycle, I skydived, and I did lots of illicit drugs – but I was looking for something else. When I was around 20 or 21,…