TendernessShe was so excited, her kind, aged eyes twinkling with joy. “Oh, Stephen! My old hands, they are just not working now. My knuckles are so…1h ago1h ago
Vanity: My 30th Birthday and a Memory of Divine HumorHer first comment when I came to her door at 5:00 am was: “Steve, you are all so white, so pure, so pristine!” It was my 30th birthday, and…May 16May 16
Published inNamaste TalesAmma and Her Gift of a Deeper Understanding of HinduismMeeting God: Elements of Hindu DevotionMay 9May 9
The Last of the RajI had arranged to meet my friend Beatrice Wood for tea at the old British colonial hotel in Madras (Chennai), the Connemara. This was…May 2May 2
The Insipid Seeds of ViolenceI had always considered myself non-violent, and yet I had almost just killed a man. What possibly could have caused such a change in me? I…Apr 25A response icon1Apr 25A response icon1
Varanasi and Homi BabaEach time I had been to Varanasi, I had become lost in the maze of narrow winding streets only to emerge at the same spot: an ancient…Apr 18Apr 18
Unseen GesturesOften, the gesture is so simple and quick that unless I am watching for it, I will miss it. It may be simply touching the forehead or the…Apr 11Apr 11
God as SoundThousands of brass bells, most small, some large, surround a little roadside shrine on the outskirts of the south Indian city of Madurai.Apr 3A response icon1Apr 3A response icon1
Published inNamaste TalesTree of PrayersThree years before publishing one of my earlier books, Meeting God, I was taken to visit a little-known temple outside Tiruchirappalli, a…Mar 28Mar 28
Published inNamaste TalesKalakshetraI lived for several months each year for three years at Kalakshetra, an art school of classical South Indian dance and music just south of…Mar 21A response icon1Mar 21A response icon1
