Our Centre Community: Johanna Peters
The Journey Home I have a sense, if I look far enough back in my experience, of being a child — of existing before all the seeking began, before all the stories of ‘me and my life’ took hold, and…
The Journey Home I have a sense, if I look far enough back in my experience, of being a child — of existing before all the seeking began, before all the stories of ‘me and my life’ took hold, and…
‘Stretch – The Unlikely Making of a Yoga Dude’ by Neal Pollack ‘Warrior Pose’ – How Yoga (Literally) Saved My Life’ by Brad Willis AKA Bhava Ram In the last sixteen years, I’ve read almost all the books in the…
Hello everyone, December is here: a quiet time that is also full of celebration. Here at the Centre, the residential community is again very small, part of the cycle of life here. There’s still lots of work going on, but…
A dear friend introduced me to Baba Hari Dass when I was on my way back from my first trip to India in 1977. I had driven a van from London to Kathmandu and had been away from home for…
Yum, cookies. Yum, ice cream. Yum, chocolate mousse. Yum, yum . . . sugar! How many times a day do you reach for some sugar? With your coffee or tea first thing in the morning? With your breakfast, as…
Poems by Sudha Soleil (aka Theota Makortoff) So many words, Too much talk, Now let’s try silence Silence speaks of feeling, seeing, listening and sharing the air. Remember Understand Surrender Encourage gratitude Courage shimmers beneath Pure present is eternity Pray…
Hello everyone, Time seems to have speeded up (must have something to do with aging), and it is now November, and most definitely fall. The long dry period has ended and all the plants and trees are happily soaking up…
The recent passing of our longtime friend, Ravindra, has led me to reflect on the preciousness of the connection we shared over many years. As I age, I am more and more aware of all the people I know who…
Particularly in the northern latitudes where daylight can be as little as 6-8 hours during the winter months, the darkening days can often pose a challenge to our peace of mind. Then when the sky is cloudy, the wind whips…
I was that kid who always had the questions, “what if I’m just dreaming, and I wonder what it’s going to be like when I wake up” running through my head. I would often question my friends, who would look…