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	<title>Comments on: Fine Dining at the Olive Branch Ashram</title>
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		<title>By: peggy</title>
		<link>http://www.ourtruetales.com/2007/09/12/fine-dining-at-the-olive-branch-ashram/#comment-3112</link>
		<author>peggy</author>
		<pubDate>Mon, 24 Sep 2007 16:54:25 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Dear Siri Ved, Well, I have to comment again, since I was at those two memorable meals!! I do not remember the food, but I so fondly remember Janet. Our very own Janice Joplin is how I remember her, with her granny glasses, easy smooth relaxed demeanor and her guitar and lovley songs. I was pregnant while I lived at Olive Branch and I remember cooking potatoes, slicing them thin, dribbling with olive oil and baking them on a cookie sheet to make my healthful version of french fries because I was craving ketchup!! 
Diana was eating only things green to try to loose weight. I remember we gave her a surprise Birthday Party which we put together while someone took her over to the Southwest Indian Museum (she loved all things American Indian) It may have been me who baked a carrot cake. The memories are flooding back. This is a sweet time now.  Today I am going to Golden Bridge with my 5 month old grand daughter to to take a Mommy and Me yoga class Sat Nam! Wahe Guru. How grateful I am that Yogi Ji came to us and gave us so many gifts that continue to enrich our lives. Back then, in the late sixties, so many were running off to India, and we were so blessed that India came to us, in the form of a large happy man!!! He told me it was my birth right to be happy and I am!!   Thank you for your blog. Keep up! Love, Peggy</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Dear Siri Ved, Well, I have to comment again, since I was at those two memorable meals!! I do not remember the food, but I so fondly remember Janet. Our very own Janice Joplin is how I remember her, with her granny glasses, easy smooth relaxed demeanor and her guitar and lovley songs. I was pregnant while I lived at Olive Branch and I remember cooking potatoes, slicing them thin, dribbling with olive oil and baking them on a cookie sheet to make my healthful version of french fries because I was craving ketchup!!<br />
Diana was eating only things green to try to loose weight. I remember we gave her a surprise Birthday Party which we put together while someone took her over to the Southwest Indian Museum (she loved all things American Indian) It may have been me who baked a carrot cake. The memories are flooding back. This is a sweet time now.  Today I am going to Golden Bridge with my 5 month old grand daughter to to take a Mommy and Me yoga class Sat Nam! Wahe Guru. How grateful I am that Yogi Ji came to us and gave us so many gifts that continue to enrich our lives. Back then, in the late sixties, so many were running off to India, and we were so blessed that India came to us, in the form of a large happy man!!! He told me it was my birth right to be happy and I am!!   Thank you for your blog. Keep up! Love, Peggy</p>
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		<title>By: Dharam Kaur</title>
		<link>http://www.ourtruetales.com/2007/09/12/fine-dining-at-the-olive-branch-ashram/#comment-3005</link>
		<author>Dharam Kaur</author>
		<pubDate>Tue, 18 Sep 2007 01:04:53 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Just when Dharam Singh and I arrived at the Tucson ashram in 1973, where we had traveled all the way from Swami Satchitananda's Yogaville East ashram in Connecticut, it was announced that the ashram was beginning a 3-day water fast (this was before the Siri Singh Sahib put an end to water fasts). For the first two days, Dharam Singh and I were job hunting during the day, while trying to stick to the water fast and keeping up the intense yoga classes. On the third day, we were dragging into town with the want ads in hand when we passed our first ever Taco Bell.  We looked at each other and nodded, then raced in the door and pooled our change for the best bean burrito imaginable!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Just when Dharam Singh and I arrived at the Tucson ashram in 1973, where we had traveled all the way from Swami Satchitananda&#8217;s Yogaville East ashram in Connecticut, it was announced that the ashram was beginning a 3-day water fast (this was before the Siri Singh Sahib put an end to water fasts). For the first two days, Dharam Singh and I were job hunting during the day, while trying to stick to the water fast and keeping up the intense yoga classes. On the third day, we were dragging into town with the want ads in hand when we passed our first ever Taco Bell.  We looked at each other and nodded, then raced in the door and pooled our change for the best bean burrito imaginable!</p>
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