Soar Throat
The king of sore throats came to town that evening. By midnight, gargling an ocean of salt water had provided only modest relief.
The king of sore throats came to town that evening. By midnight, gargling an ocean of salt water had provided only modest relief.
Recently, my son, daughter, and 19 year-old grandson, who live together in Rochester, New York, upon returning home from an afternoon outing of several hours, discovered in their kitchen an umbrella they’d never before seen. How it got there when all doors had been securely locked was a mystery solved only after a half-hour of
A monk of my acquaintance for the past 20 years or so, a disciple of Paramahansa Yogananda, founder of Self-Realization Fellowship in 1920, has recently been anointed president of that organization. His name is Brother Chidananda. He is a man of wisdom, wit and a deep, clear-minded understanding of the teachings Yogananda. At their
In my warm bed on a night approaching fall, I awake and look to check the time and find the bedroom electric clock blinking. Power had gone off and eventually back on. I decide to get up and reset the bedroom clock as well as the one on the kitchen stove. Returning, I snuggle in
Go deep. Be useful. That’s the mantra of my life in the world. The sign over the shop door, you might say. So when I think about how to begin these explorations into what I call the spirit of the universe, I’m confronted by the question: What is the most important thing I’ve learned in
Every child has known God. Not the God of names, Not the God of don’ts, Not the God who ever does anything weird, But the God who only knows Four words. And He keeps repeating them, saying: “Come dance with me.” Come Dance. ~ Hafez This blog is meant for every person who aspires to