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Unexpected
Gift
by
William
Spencer
retrace the first part of a bicycle journey I made 28 years ago. That
original journey had taken me overland from England through
Europe and the Middle East to India.I’ve often contemplated the
life-changing experiences from that time, and how the journey
redefined me in my own eyes. With a wife, two children, work
commitments and six extra inches on my waistline, I wasn’t at all
sure what awaited me on this reprise...
"Humorous and insightful, hopeful
and provocative, reflective and
inspiring..."
matters to
me now
by Amy
Oscar
bra and shows me the incision where her doctor performed a
lumpectomy, removing a tumor the size of a sesame seed.
“It’s beautiful,” I say, referring to the breast—not the two-inch
scar curving around the bottom, though there’s artistry in that,
too.
A few minutes later, when she’s dressed and we’re sitting on the
sofa—Mom with the little thermos of coffee she always brings
along, me with my English Breakfast tea—she tells me, “They
found more”...
found
Judaism
and my
inner guru
at the
ashram
by Jamie
Kiffel
satin cushion so blue it seemed to spark stars, I tried to relax.
Surrounding me were framed images of Hindu deities, cosmic
paintings of energy pathways and sinuous Sanskrit letters.
Finally, garlanded with flowers on a raised altar, leaned a
commanding photograph of the late guru and ashram founder, Sri
Bramananda Sarasvati. The guru’s eyes seemed to smolder
directly at me, on the uncomfortable edge of knowing too many
things I didn’t and inwardly laughing at a private joke...
full of
miracles