It sounds like we’re on a never-ending vacation and it’s true, we are. Week after week, we are having big grand adventures and profound inner experiences. It’s wonderful and it’s exciting. But it’s not normal.
It’s actually a life that’s out of balance. You know, sometimes too much of a good thing is just that…too much…even when it’s enlightening and fulfilling. Sometimes you just need to rest from all the fun and stimulation. After awhile, you begin to miss the normal, everyday things of home. Like cooking your own meals. (more…)
After three days in Gettysburg, we got in the car and headed east on Hwy. 30 (the Lincoln Highway) towards Philadelphia. It was a straight shot. I don’t know how we got so lost.
Michael is the designated driver and I am the co-pilot ~ the navigator. We have the navigation system on our new car and Mapquest on the IPad. That might have been the problem.
I had dueling electronic gadgets (both with voices) telling me two completely different routes. It was like having two virtual backseat drivers. After finding ourselves in the downtown slums of York, Pennsylvania, we finally had to pull over and stop. (more…)
These words are carved into the gates of the LOTUS shrine in Yogaville, Virginia. As a matter of fact, they are found throughout the ashram ~ on doorways, plaques, and t-shirts. This is one of the central teachings of this spiritual community.
The Truth being referred to here is that we are all spiritual beings embued with true divine nature and that we all have a divine calling back to the same source ~ God. Swami Satchidananda says we are all traveling to the same mountaintop. However, the paths to the top are many. (more…)
I had an eerie feeling as we twisted and turned up the gravel road to the top of the mountain where the Southern Dharma Center is tucked away. We were arriving for a five day silent retreat. So we thought. Actually, we had no idea what we had signed up for.
But climbing up this isolated road, for some reason, I was already thinking about an escape plan.
Our first morning in Asheville, we went to the Tupelo Honey Cafe. – a local place renowned for it’s sweet potato pancakes with real maple syrup. We were told that “we had to have” a sweet potato pancake. They were right. It was absolutely splendid…over the top delicious. (more…)
After three days in Gettysburg, we got in the car and headed east on Hwy. 30 
I had an eerie feeling as we twisted and turned up the gravel road to the top of the mountain where the