A Story
by Marianne Butler Today is the winter solstice. My thirty-fifth winter in this life, my fourth on Salt Spring Island. How did I end up here? I was born and bred in the north-west of England, living with my parents…
by Marianne Butler Today is the winter solstice. My thirty-fifth winter in this life, my fourth on Salt Spring Island. How did I end up here? I was born and bred in the north-west of England, living with my parents…
Higher Love by Racquel Marshall I have a slanted British accent, I think I look like an Indian, and I was born in India. My name is Racquel Marshall – not quite an Indian name. I don’t speak Hindi; instead…
by Lyndsay Savage I have had a repeated, and unwanted message from school teachers as a child… “Lyndsay, you just worry about Lyndsay”. What could possibly move them to say such oddly phrased and annoying words to a young me?!…
It’s now been just about two and a half months since I arrived at the Salt Spring Centre in my new role as Operations Manager. I drove off of the Long Harbour ferry and over to the Centre, got out…
My spiritual journey began when I was very young. In about the third grade I started realizing a sensitivity and compassion for the crude and harsh attitudes and tendencies that I witnessed on the playground and in school. “Why is…
Love lives at Sri Ram Ashram by Mya Mitchell Have you ever thought about visiting India and Sri Ram Ashram? I had thought about but I didn’t realize that it could actually come to fruition until I came across an…
Growing up with Babaji by Amita Kuttner I was born in North Vancouver in December 1990 to Chandra Prabha and Satish. My parents had both already been students of Babaji for quite some time, and in fact called him from…
Dedicated to my father, Matt Albright RIP I was born at home in Seattle where my father was at the University of Washington getting a Masters in Middle Eastern Studies. I am the middle child of 5,: my brother Abe,…
I’ve been practicing yoga for over 15 years and I hope to continue for many more. The reason I’ve kept up with it is because it “works” for me. And when I say “work”, I mean that it continually expands…
We generally think of satsang as the gatherings where we get together and sing. It is that – and it is more than that. The word satsang refers to both the formal gatherings we hold, when we sing and meditate…