RETREAT TIME! Break the net of your attachments & be free; Reaffirming the strong Connections of our Community “The silkworm makes a net to imprison itself. In the same way a person makes a net of attachments, desires, and possessiveness,…
As a long-time nature lover and organic farmer, I can almost always be found a mere walk or a bike ride away from forests or protected areas that foster biodiversity. While working in the garden at the Salt Spring Centre…
aka Adho Mukha Śhvānāsana, Downward Facing Dogby Kathryn Kusyszyn This is a standing forward bend, half inversion and balance pose. I love this pose and practice it every day. As one of my teachers says “Another day, another dog pose.” …
Photo by Raghunath (Rodney Polden) You may have seen one of the Ramayana productions on Salt Spring over the years, or possibly one of the most recent Ramayana revivals in the Pond Dome at the Centre in 2014, 2015 or…
“And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.”― Anais Nin Happy belated summer solstice, friends. As society at large begins to open up through the…
Read on to learn some of Sarah’s history, her vision for the future, and her first impressions upon landing at the Centre – in her own words. Sarah and Anuradha I first stepped upon the Centre land in May…
Shakespeare said, “There is nothing either good or bad but thinking makes it so.” We may understand this as an intellectual concept, but it’s not how we usually live our lives. We have some very strong preferences (in itself not…
“You are your own little plant. Water yourself. Speak kindly to yourself. Flower.” From The Little Prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry Dear friends, As we continue to bask in the fecundity of the season in our own little corners of the world, may…
What’s love got to do with it?” Tina Turner As I am sitting down to write about how upset I am this week upon hearing more people of colour being killed at the hands of the police, I have Tina…
One time, I heard someone ask Babaji about the details of his past. He wrote, “I live in a room with two doors: come in and go out.” Who can say for sure what Babaji, himself a living poem, meant…