Posted in Family & Children, Siri Ved Kaur's writings, Poetry on Aug 25th, 2007 No Comments »
Well, it’s that time of year again. My youngest daughter, Sat Amrit, is off to India for her last year at Miri Piri Academy. Those who know me well, know that my 5 family members pretty much live in 5 different places. My eldest SKK in North Carolina, AK in Venice Beach, SAK […]
Posted in Family & Children on Apr 30th, 2007 3 Comments »
It was our third year of a father/son camping trip. Sat Sangeet was six years-old and we were venturing farther from home than the previous two trips which were in the Angeles Crest Forest, only a few miles from Los Angeles. This time we were going up north to the Sierra’s, to Tioga Pass, the […]
Posted in Family & Children, Hari Bhajan Kaur's writings on Mar 14th, 2007 2 Comments »
The guests begin to arrive at 12:30 at the Unitarian Church wearing heavy coats and shaking snow from their boots. Looking for familiar faces they walk stiffly about then take a seat on gray folding chairs facing the diminutive stage where three sheepskins are framed by a pair of tall candles […]
Posted in Family & Children, Solstice, Siri Ved Kaur's writings on Mar 6th, 2007 8 Comments »
This piece was first posted a couple weeks ago, but taken down for a little editing and to add PHOTOS! I found my box of old solstice photos and I have many from the 70s that are fabulous! Most of the photos here are from 1975. The campsite just below is from 1973. Do you […]
Posted in Stories with Audio, Family & Children, Hari Bhajan Kaur's writings, Poetry on Feb 17th, 2007 No Comments »
This poem was written a good 25 years after giving birth. We have only one child so the memory of this time is very strongly embedded in my heart and mind. Birthing a baby and going on the yatra to Hemkunt Sahib in India, were the two most diffcult times in my life in terms […]
Posted in Family & Children, India, Hari Bhajan Kaur's writings on Dec 13th, 2006 No Comments »
In the 1980’s when our son attended school in Mussoorie, India at Guru Nanak’s Fifth Centenary School, it was impossible to communicate with him except by mail or actually getting on a plane and flying over there. We were scraping by financially those first few years so we relied heavily on the postman and the […]
