Misidentification

  The world’s duality is draining my bliss, a listless fight between consciousness and matter, my logic and experience must be established firmly in a deluded identification, because I heard that I am the embodiment of bliss so either the saints are wrong or I am confused as to what “I” is, and wrapping my …

Amritapuri Flowers

by Karuna Poole I’ve been coming to Amma’s (Mata Amritanandamayi) ashram in Amritapuri, India each year since January 1990. For many years, it was a land of sand and palm trees. I remember when devotees started bringing other plants to the ashram, but it is only in the last five years or so that the …

Portraits of India

         

Life on the Tracks

I spent some time riding the rails of India recently.  As a photographer, it is a great place to be; the crush of humanity just waiting to be captured.   Where do you go when you’re looking for inspiration?

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, …

What the Swastika Means to Me, Guest Post: Jamie Vilasini Otelsberg

Today’s Guest Post is from a good friend of mine Jamie Vilasini Otelsberg, of the blog Piece of Mind.  Vilasini and I have gone through a lot together – traveled the world in service together- and her opinion is one that I respect and am grateful for, so I am very happy to be sharing …

Born to the Brothels by Srividya Sheshadri

The rooms were tiny, the hallways and stair cases narrow. Men came in and out – not likely to be customers, we were told, because it was day time. They might have been pimps, or husbands. We saw children as well – running throughout- in their rooms. Apparently at night time, the narrow pathways become …