Land of My Heart
Diary entry dated 10th November 2019: This morning’s class at the Manor covered a series of verses from Śrī Caitanya-caritāmṛta. In one of those verses, Śrī Caitanya Mahāprabhu says, “Where is Śrī Kṛṣṇa, whose form is curved in three places? Where is
A Heart Touched by Vrindavan
Some faraway dike in my consciousness had cracked, and a new openness to alternative notions was starting to trickle through." Chapter Five: Immersion Two days and two nights on a dirty train and a bumpy, cramped ride on an antediluvian bus brought
Spiritual Melting Pot
It wasn’t planned, but it was a great opportunity. I threw together a few essentials, jumped on a rickety Indian bus, scrambled for one of the last remaining seats, and sat through a violently bumpy twelve-hour overnight journey. It was
Down to Earth
They say a little knowledge is dangerous. We can learn a philosophy, but if we haven’t understood it in a mature, balanced and well-rounded way, we can actually cause more harm to ourselves and others. Recently I was speaking to
The Plastic Problem
Often times we start on our spiritual journey with great enthusiasm, excitement and cheer. Yet, somewhere in the middle we come to a point where everything becomes known, monotonous and obvious. The adventure of learning new things dies out and
Phone a Friend
Life is full of complexity, and making decisions can be incredibly tough. To spice it up there are emotional attachments, the stress factor, expectations of others and our general indecision and dithering. We can easily get stuck. Thankfully, we always
Failed Success
They say failures are stepping stones to success. Lately, however, I’ve been thinking how success can be a slipping stone to failure! Swami Prabhupada once commented how he faced two great tests in his life. At one point he was
Hearing with Heart
Wouldn’t it be amazing if we could wake up everyone morning to that feeling of Magic? Well, this morning I found a little piece of Magic again and here’s how it all happened. I was not longing for anything, I was
Blissful Agony
“If one’s hairs do not stand on end, how can the heart melt? And if the heart does not melt, how can tears of love flow from the eyes? If one does not cry in spiritual happiness, how can one