“No part of you is ever excluded from wholeness.” Humans are born with the curiosity to seek to understand who we are and how we fit in with the other creatures around us. This capacity to identify ourselves is part of our survival strategy. We are conditioned to collect and process information from everything around us, and from that we formulate our personal identities. By the time I met my teac…

Recorded April 29, 2009, in Arlington Virginia, this clip investigates the thought pattern of needing confirmation from the outside in order to be ok, and ultimately penetrated the belief that “I am not enough.”

Recorded December 26, 1999, in Marin County, this clip is about the struggle with a superego that tells us we need to be pure before we can be whole.

If I were to have a tombstone, it would say that I’ve been perpetually thanking Gangaji for pointing the way home. I am at her feet, and I am also a fundraiser. It’s always an open invitation, and as Gangaji said so clearly in one of our staff meetings, it doesn’t have to work out. That is such freedom.

The sacred hunger for truth, for God, for love, for peace, for freedom is the force calling us home. This deep longing doesn’t leave us alone. It persists even with a lifetime of disillusionments or “unfulfilled promises.” No matter what spiritual path we have taken or not taken, Gangaji offers all this encouragement: “Let this hunger for Truth have you. It is a glorious feast, and it is time to s…

Recorded May 21, 2018, this clip is about the intimacy of realizing through inquiry that you are wanted, and what wants you is your own self.

True self-intimacy is the discovery of the immeasurable silence of your own heart. In this intimate exchange from October 2018, a poem and a beautiful confirmation from Gangaji express that deep self-affirmation that we so long for.

True intimacy is endless. You can be intimate with the whole universe.

Before you read the rest of this blog, I invite you to take a few moments to relax. Close your eyes and bring your awareness to your breath, and then to the space between breaths. If there is noise in your external environment, just allow it to be as it is and recognize that there is a spacious presence inside you that is untouched by it, unaffected and undisturbed by any of it. Let whatever noise…

I remember my grandmother, Eunice Peck, making special cookies that were more like mini-cakes, with white frosting on the top. We called her Mammo – because my other grandmother was Grammo – and she lived in a tiny house next to an Alley in West Virginia.