We are ushered into a large stuffy conference room. Its picture window overlooks the flat rooftops of industrial Richmond Hill. I notice urban grey walls,
Christmas 1977. The restaurant, on trendy Charles Street in Toronto, is busy with the holiday rush. We pass delicate hors d’oeuvres along the long, wooden table.
My husband and I survey the milkweed population behind our property. I carry a camera to document the evidence. We observe scores of waist-high milkweed plants.
Is Pluto even a planet anymore?” I ask. My husband says, “No, its not. It used to be the one farthest from the Sun. Now
Shortly before closing time I step through the large wooden doors of the Kripalu Store. It is quiet and smells of lavender and rose water.
What I loved most about the old yoga studio was the class length, 90 minutes. But I also loved that it was in a basement
“May the long time sun shine upon you.All love surround you,and the pure light within you,Guide your way on.” Perhaps Yogi Bhajan of the Kundalini
“A Buddha is one who has attained Bodhi; and by Bodhi is meant wisdom, an ideal state of intellectual and ethical perfection which can be