Stories
First-hand experiences of meditation and spirituality.
The Random Dog
Toshala Elliott Auckland, New Zealand
My inner calling
Purnakama Rajna Winnipeg, Canada
The spiritual life is normal to me
Shankara Smith London, United Kingdom
It does not matter which spoon you use
Brahmacharini Rebidoux St. John's, Canada
How my spiritual search led me to Sri Chinmoy
Vidura Groulx Montreal, Canada
A Mountain Meditation
Jogyata Dallas Auckland, New Zealand
So much longing, for something
Pushpa rani Piner Ottawa, Canada
My love of spiritual poetry
Manatita Hutchinson London, United Kingdom
My life with Sri Chinmoy
Namrata Moses New York, United States
In the Whirlwind of Life
Pradeep Hoogakker The Hague, Netherlands
Seeing the God inside my son
Utsahi St-Armand Ottawa, Canada
The connection between Sri Chinmoy's music and my soul
Kamalakanta Nieves New York, United States
No Fear, Only the Heart’s Concern
Jogyata Dallas Auckland, New ZealandSuggested videos
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What drew me to Sri Chinmoy's path
Nikolaus Drekonja San Diego, United States
Starting a spiritual café
Toshala Elliott Auckland, New Zealand
How meditation helped me swim the English Channel
Abhejali Bernardova Zlín, Czech Republic
Finding your spiritual Master
Gannika Wiesenberger Linz, Austria
From religion to spirituality
Muslim Badami Auckland, New Zealand
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.