Stories
First-hand experiences of meditation and spirituality.
Sri Chinmoy meets St. Peter
Paramita Jarvis Kingston, Canada
All I needed was the Supreme, and I would always win
Pragati Pascale New York, United States
The very first time I heard about my spiritual Master
Banshidhar Medeiros San Juan, Puerto Rico
Meditation: Touching The Infinite
Jogyata Dallas Auckland, New Zealand
The happiest I've ever been
Gabriele Settimi San Diego, United States
Sri Chinmoy's opening meditation at the Parliament of World Religions
Pradhan Balter Chicago, United StatesHow sports and fitness became part of our spiritual life
Banshidhar Medeiros San Juan, Puerto Rico
The most beautiful and fulfilling of all possible experiences
Jogyata Dallas Auckland, New Zealand
Now you are in the boat
Kaushalya Casey Toronto, Canada
The connection between Sri Chinmoy's music and my soul
Kamalakanta Nieves New York, United States
The day my Guru accepted me as his disciple
Banshidhar Medeiros San Juan, Puerto Rico
Connecting the dots
Lunthita Duthely Hialeah, United States
'Christ has stolen her heart and brought it now to me'
Dodula and Gunthita Zurich, SwitzerlandSuggested videos
interviews with Sri Chinmoy's students
Selfless Service
Brian David Seattle, United States
2 things that surprised me about the spiritual life
Jayasalini Abramovskikh Moscow, Russia
How I got my spiritual name
Pradeep Hoogakker The Hague, Netherlands
Growing up on Sri Chinmoy's path
Aruna Pohland Augsburg, Germany
Love, devotion and surrender
Pradhan Balter Chicago, United StatesProgress-Pilgrimage: A 1200km run from Vienna to Paris
Shamita Achenbach-König Vienna, Austria
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.