A Night (…er Weekend) on the Town

So we decided to have a “guys” weekend. No, not Vegas. To Rishikesh! It is as picturesque in person as countless books have led us to believe. We immediately set out for the hills, hiking along the Ganges into the beautiful wilderness all around. On our walk, we decided to relearn what we knew very well: …

Your Tropical Paradise Comes With Calluses

Amma’s Indian Tour Recap:  A cook’s perspective Eleven buses, three big rigs, twenty cars, one ambulance, and one camper.  That is how many vehicles it takes to haul all the necessities, including volunteer staff, for an Amma tour in India. While all who come for the programs are immersed in the bliss of Amma’s embrace, …

I’m Not that Blogger…

I’m not that blogger that’ll be your best friend that will answer every comment, loyal until the end. I’m not that blogger that will follow you back (neither on WordPress nor Twitter) I’m not solid like that. I won’t sell you my kindness or ask how you feel; I won’t be a companion, that’s not …

My Journey

My first journey to India was in 1992.  I was 17 and the trip would set in motion the roller coaster that would be my life.  But as in any amusement park ride, you have to wait in line.  That trip to India lasted only two weeks.  I stayed the whole of the trip in …

A King Without A Kingdom

I am a King without a Kingdom, in a world with many masters, wrapped in the spoils of a jealous heart, and my people’s callous laughter. Trudging through a battlefield of broken dreams and compromise, indecision, my weapon of choice serves me well in ‘getting by.’ The chair from which I rule on high demands …

As She Watched

As she watched him, she knew what he was thinking.  The kids called out harsh names like retard, and stupid, while the adults used more dignified terms such as simpleton and challenged, but there was nothing slow about her.  If anything the rest of the world slowed down before her heightened awareness.  She took the …

Playing the Long Game

Fathers play the long game, teaching us how to see that being a man is more than a gift of self-righteous dignity.

The Making of a Name

For the past twenty years, I have lived as a celibate monk in the ashrams of Mata Amritanandamayi (Amma), known the world over as, The Hugging Saint.  I often write love poems to her on my blog, because for all these years she has been the all and all of my life.  Many can relate …

Love Letter

This is not a love letter, don’t you see my eyes redder? I’m standing in your path – don’t give that side-ways glance – I want the full look, and the smile too, and a few words about how it’s this hard for you.

When I See a Baby so Loved

When I see a baby so loved in the arms of its mother I reflect on the pain this mother will surely endure, for as soon as the road she paved for our freedom is ready, running, we never look back from the world and its lure. Off to dance in a world for which …