The audio book of Auspicious Good Fortune is now available for free download. One woman’s inspirational journey from Western disillusionment to Eastern spiritual fulfilment: a spiritual memoir, written and narrated by Sumangali Morhall.
Sri Chinmoy’s spiritual path is not one of outer renunciation. Rather than letting go all earthly facets of life, instead ours is to let go our attachments to them.
Defying the British stiff-upper-lip, lifting the lid on ailments and exploring what can be learned from physical challenges.
These rhyming plays began on a Christmas Trip with Sri Chinmoy in China, December 2004.
One of my colleagues – an especially hard-working and time-pressed one – consciously avoids the word ‘busy’. As an exercise I tried the same for a week and found it surprisingly awkward. That was an education.
“What do you want?
I want good health.
Meditate on a vegetable garden.
Meditate on a dancing child.”
– Sri Chinmoy
My running life has had a chequered past. I know I’m not alone in having detested cross-country at school, but that’s no true prediction of one’s relationship with the sport anyway. Who wants to be clambering through mud and weeds in the dead of winter, clad only in shorts and a polo shirt? Very few.
It is often said that while meditation is simple, it may not be easy. In our growing culture of ever-quicker fixes, those new to meditation are prone to giving up early, convinced they lack the aptitude. In truth, few take to it naturally right away.
(…in my subjective opinion). This is a work in progress – I hope to collect more spiritual memoirs and autobiographies here as I read them. Do leave me your own recommendations in the comments.
We were very fortunate to welcome Agnikana’s Group to York on October 27th, for a concert entitled ‘Music for Inner Peace’, at the De Grey Rooms.
The lone lamenting of an owl kept me from my sleep – that and a silence foreign and exotic to my ear. I stood inside the open door by marsh and brush to gaze out on a nightscape free of any human sign. The far off fells were only rough charcoal sketches. Wind funnelled up […]
I’m currently reading Revelations of Divine Love, by Julian of Norwich (1373). Nobody knows Julian’s real name or where she began, and most other details are based on conjecture. But we do know she wrote some of the greatest prose of her time, and was even the first woman to write a book in English.