Stories
First-hand experiences of meditation and spirituality.
Meeting Sri Chinmoy for the first time
Janaka Spence Edinburgh, United Kingdom
Sri Chinmoy's opening meditation at the Parliament of World Religions
Pradhan Balter Chicago, United States
Soul-Birds take flight
Jogyata Dallas Auckland, New Zealand
The connection between Sri Chinmoy's music and my soul
Kamalakanta Nieves New York, United States
My Life with Sri Chinmoy: a book
Tejvan Pettinger Oxford, United Kingdom
Time seemed to freeze
Brahmata Michael Ottawa, Canada
My 5 a.m. strategic meditations
Sanchita Fleming Ottawa, Canada
Running and Me
Garga Chamberlain Bristol, United Kingdom
My Room
Preetidutta Thorpe Auckland, New Zealand
'You two have been friends for many hundreds of years'
Jogyata Dallas Auckland, New Zealand
An intense, concentrated Fire
Toshala Elliott Auckland, New Zealand
President Gorbachev: a special soul brought down for a special reason
Mridanga Spencer Ipswich, United Kingdom
Connecting the dots
Lunthita Duthely Hialeah, United StatesSuggested videos
interviews with Sri Chinmoy's students
My spiritual search from childhood
Hemabha Jang Jeonju, South Korea
Self-transcendence in meditation
Kailash Beyer Zurich, Switzerland
No prior experience needed
Samalya Schafer Berlin, Germany
How Sri Chinmoy appreciated enthusiasm
Prachar Stegemann Canberra, Australia
A feeling that something more exists
Florbela Caniceiro Coimbra, Portugal
How I became interested in meditation
Abhejali Bernardova Zlín, Czech Republic
Unthwarted, my mother and I went down to our designated meeting area to see if anyone was ready to brave the cold and rain with us today. There was already someone waiting when we got there and after a few phone calls, a bagel stop at
By the time we got to the place where we were going to hike (Harriman State Park) it had actually stopped raining and we started off, some of us jumping from rock to rock, balancing on logs and climbing trees on the way. By the time we reached the ridge it had started to snow and we enjoyed looking for the flakes that had crystallized into beautiful stars and at the white little spots dotting the large patches of moss.
Once we were after the half way point it started to really really snow and our hike turned into a true adventure. The trees donned magnificent snowy outlines and the ground was covered in a pure blanket of white which, in addition to being beautiful, was slippery, cold and wet. The difficulty of the hike went up a few notches and soon we were all cold and wet but we were in good spirits and felt quite safe. Nonetheless, everyone was overjoyed when we finally reached the car and could warm up inside. All that was missing was the hot chocolate and the roaring fire.