A Tale of Trust and Friendship
Once upon a time, in 2019, to be exact, a small cat was seen around the blackberry bushes and the orchard. She was a wild cat, and not long after its first appearance, we saw two little black kittens with…
Once upon a time, in 2019, to be exact, a small cat was seen around the blackberry bushes and the orchard. She was a wild cat, and not long after its first appearance, we saw two little black kittens with…
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…
My name is Ishi Dinim. Baba Hari Dass gave me the Sanskrit name Ishan. I was first introduced to the Salt Spring Centre of Yoga in the summer of 1998, by my then partner Maya Suess, a lifelong member of…
My “Salt Spring Centre experience” began in 1995 when I was introduced to the Centre by my friend John while visiting the island that summer. John had a picture of Baba Hari Dass on his fridge. I remember asking him,…
I am a fortunate man, to have been born a member of Dharma Sara, and to have grown up visiting the Saltspring Centre of Yoga. My parents Pamela Chandra Rose and Wayne Dinesh Pallant were married in a yajna in…
As a kid, I connected more easily with animals than with people. People were confusing, animals I could understand. My dad worked as a veterinarian and over the years I got to care for dogs, cats, horses, a 3-legged calf…
Learning to Come out of Hiding by Tanya Gita Roberts The Salt Spring Centre of Yoga has felt like home for me right from the very first time I walked onto the grounds. The Centre is a constant for me,…
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…
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…