A KWTC Veteran Reminisces about Marching (mid 1970s)
“Who are those people and why do you have pictures of them?†Those people being women dressed in army fatigues with complete camouflage make up. This always makes me laugh because I know those people; those women are my friends. I was part of this wild and wooly […]
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Loches in the late ‘70’s – hot, humid, French August when the sun goes to sleep at 9:30 PM. There are about one hundred people from at least seven different countries sharing a hippy/3HO camp at the Yoga Festival. It is 10 PM and finally we can see the first stars in the precious darkness. […]
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Eyes sparkling,
wells of wisdom, rich and deep,
black as Kali
loving as Krishna
compassion with no boundary
Each movement subtly rustles
folds of undulant silken rainbow
draping her slight brown body
Like a perfectly ripe apricot
skin sweet and luscious,
soft and divine.
Goddess in the kitchen
making ginger paranthas for the yogi.
Their fiery aroma inebriates the air
No apron shields the flowing sari
from spatters and spice
and […]
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I thought I’d share my version of the three exercises that Siri Ved Kaur wrote about. It’s always interesting to see what pops up out of these prompts. I highly recommend you try it for yourself or with a group of friends. You don’t have to be “writers,” you just have to put pen to […]
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June, 1984
It’s Sunday morning gurudwara at the Anchorage Ashram. I’m playing kirtan with GuruMeher, the man I am to marry in exactly six weeks. We bargained with Yogi Ji last night for extra time. I have just turned eighteen and returned from school in India. I’ve only been back in America for a week.
“Tomorrow’s Sunday, […]
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