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The day when everything began
Bhagavantee Paul Salzburg, Austria
If I could remember this in my daily life now, I'd be a very high soul
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It does not matter which spoon you use
Brahmacharini Rebidoux St. John's, Canada
Meditation Nights at the Sri Chinmoy Centre
Preetidutta Thorpe Auckland, New Zealand
A disciple re-incarnates
Jogyata Dallas Auckland, New Zealand
A Truckload of Humanitarian Aid Sails through Customs
Arthada Platzgummer Vienna, Austria
Breaking the world record for the longest game of hopscotch
Pipasa Glass & Jamini Young Seattle, United States
My 5 a.m. strategic meditations
Sanchita Fleming Ottawa, Canada
An early spiritual experience
Ashrita Furman New York, United States
'You have to be like a warrior and fight'
Mahiyan Savage San Diego, United States
Soul-Birds take flight
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My well-scheduled day
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Life in a spiritual workplace
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Love, devotion and surrender
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Running the world's longest race
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What is it like on the Peace Run?
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Life is full of charming and also poignant moments. Yesterday for example I was buying a few vegetables at my local Asian supermarket, a ramshackle and unkempt affair bustling with Thai, Korean, Chinese and Polynesian people jostling over bargains and loose pallets of apples, mandarins, grapes, fresh coconuts from the islands. I managed to add a last enormous bunch of perfect and cheap bananas to my basket then queued up at the checkout. Behind me an Indian lady was wrestling with armfuls of groceries and dropping first a bag of apples then her money then a whole bag of Chinese gooseberries to the floor. They burst from their bag and spilt across the aisle like golden marbles and several of us began to help the poor lady recover them. To reassure the lady that all was well I said to her, "Where are you from?" She said, "My name is Farina and I have just come from India." Then she asked me if there were any more bananas in this place, they were her favorite fruit, but I said there were not.
