Growing up with Babaji
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…
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…
When I first arrived at the Centre in 2010, I remember seeing the large green house from the top of the gravel path, foreign and strange to me then. It was early September in 2010, the land was quiet and…
Freedom I find myself giggling as I sit here thinking of piecing together a tale of what brought me to the Salt Spring Centre of Yoga. I guess I could start by saying that it is a nice feeling being…
In the summer of 1982 Babaji said to Usha, “Start the school”. She protested that she knew nothing about teaching young children. She had an impressive list of experiences and qualifications, none of which seemed to be what was needed…
The main aim of life is to attain peace. At the land we are doing various things, but underneath it, that is our main aim. The story of the Salt Spring Centre of Yoga began in the 70s, before the…
Anchor The Salt Spring Centre of Yoga has been a part of my life as far back as I can remember. My parents moved to Salt Spring Island in 1983 and found community at the Centre shortly after. My earliest…
Shaking off the Dust I’m in the middle of the desert, at night, inside a massive tent structure, with maybe 200 other revellers. And we’re dancing. The music is loud and hypnotic. Each bass beat ripples through the air, vibrating…