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,...

My Penthouse in Frankfurt

When moving to Germany in 1996, I was offered a place to share in the small village of Freidberg, not far from Frankfurt. When I would tell someone where I was staying they assumed I was just another idiot American and...

Took my breath away

Here are some things I have done in my life that took my breath away. •  About 1970, when living in Miami, I went with a group of friends on a sailboat out into the ocean. We went far away from the city lights. A few people...