He called me into the temple. He took my hand and we began to dance together. As we danced, the temple fell away and we began to dance a new

In his room, he had me read out loud a long passage from Saundarya Lahari, and together Justy and I read the long introduction to the book.

Swami Rama came to the ashram weeks later, breaking our long retreat. He said, “So Justin, you are going to London?”

The air is close, hot, humid. Summer insects scream outside in the trees and bang furiously against the inside walls.

You will make many more books. Do all your work for the sages and they will take care of you.

When my hand touched Nandi’s nose, the energy of the place shot up my arm to my heart, shattering my mood, pulling me inside myself.

5 Short Stories The Second Lie There was a problem one day when we received Swamiji’s new book, from the printer. As Guruji and I leafed through the pages to...

Karma One day, in about 1978, it was early morning at the ashram and I laid out Swami Rama’s fresh clothes and shaving cream as usual. He was in a jolly mood...

The next morning after my practice I could stand it no longer. I wrote out a little slip of paper, folded it, and placed it on the breakfast

. “Now, where is Swami Rama?” I huffed in a Santa voice. “Bring him to me!”

“Well I’m not going. I’m finished with taking orders from him. I never want to see him again. Why can’t I just have a normal life?

The Surgeon Swami The mole hole was crackling with work. There was the newsletter, just past its due date, to complete and rush to press, there were the new ...

He blushed and stammered out the word “Healing” as I pushed him out the door.

Meeting Justin: a photo blog.

I entered a matriarchy.

Off to the Convent Now the work began. The nuns all decided to get me ready for Nazareth. “You need to learn to play the organ, Theresa,” Sister Florentine s...

The Three Theresas' Since I was a little girl, the nuns told me that my patron saint, the holy woman whose name I carried, was Saint Therese of Lisieux, the ...

Middle Years Fourth, fifth and sixth grades had me studying hard and doing well. I was called the smartest girl in class. Children assigned those labels, but...

The Great Bank Robbery In second grade, I began to make some delightful school friends. We played together and shared all our treats whenever we could, altho...

“Mommy, what’s that?” the three-year-old asked as she pointed to the woman in a black and white habit walking across the cloister garden of Rosary College. “...