I kissed Miss Canada

Yes, in 1970 people dressed and looked this way. And yes, that is me with the afro-style hair. It was my naturally curly hair while attending the University of Miami. And no, that is not a real horse behind us. My father...

“He can manipulate you!” (Reshad part 3)

Getting invited to teach in Europe was the easy part. Now came the planning, organizing, and other details. Keep in mind all this was before email and mobile phones. We would send a fax if something was needed right away,...

Getting to Much

In the first years living in Germany, I was often teaching in places no one had ever heard of, like the small village of Much. A dear student, Christiane Berger, and her husband, Manfred, renovated a farmhouse and made the...

My first meditation teacher

My first true meditation teacher was my karate instructor. We did all the regular things one does in a karate class. We learned to move with purpose, to understand the dynamics of how the energy moved in the body, explored...

Thrown out of town

The last few months before moving permanently to Europe, I lived in village South Yarmouth on Cape Cod, a lovely finger-shaped peninsula sticking out from Massessusets into the Atlantic ocean. I had a friend living here who...

I was thrown out of the ashram

Living in the Miami ashram was a great beginning for my spiritual journey. I felt the expansive pull of yogic committed life. Starting the day at 3:15 each morning with the reading of the Japji prayer, then a full yoga set,...