From my earliest years, my parents encouraged me to follow my intuition and listen to my heart. My family and friends formed an extended community of love and mutual support which, by example, showed me the amazing support system that…
Growing up at the Centre When I was six, we moved back from Seattle to our house on Salt Spring, about ten minutes away from the Centre, part way up Mount Maxwell. After our move back, the Centre became a…
This is my grad photo from my high school yearbook. It was accompanied by this poem I wrote. “My arms/Wrapped around me/Wrapped around light/Before it fades/From this corner/Of the world/That I am creating” I was a poet and an artist;…
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…
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…
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…
On behalf of Dharma Sara, I would like to acknowledge the recent passing of our satsang brother, Ravindra (Theo) Lefterys. Ravindra was a longtime student of Babaji’s and a lifetime member of Dharma Sara Satsang society. He was one of…
Beckoned by a Teacher and a Community You might think that the remote, cold, north of Saskatchewan is a most unusual place to find a yoga Guru, but in the winter of 2008, that’s exactly what happened to me. At…
The story of my connection to Babaji begins before my birth, and is perhaps more of a story about my family than about me. My parents met in university, and upon graduation, they began to search for some land. Their…
It was 1973 when I first experienced yoga. At the time I thought that it was an accidental meeting. That was before I knew about dharma. I had moved from Winnipeg that winter. I rolled through the frozen Rockies in…