It is Thanksgiving holiday in the USA, a time to join with others and enjoy a feast to celebrate the bounty that nature has given us. Beyond the feast, we may experience and express gratitude for all we have been given: our lives, loving relationships, opportunities to gain in wisdom, the ability to serve, the beauty of nature, and so much more.
On this Thanksgiving holiday, may your bounty of gratitude be great.
Namaste, Randall Krause> Add a comment >
It was in 1987, the first time I visited India, that I heard about KHEL. Dr. Arya, my meditation teacher, and his wife, Lalita Arya, known to many as Ammaji, introduced me to Mr. Chatterjee, who was the manager of a charity that served children of disadvantaged lepers in the area around Dehradun, India. Here’s the heart touching story of how the charity got started, in the words of Saumya Arya Haas, one of Dr. and Mrs. Arya’s daughters:
My father was originally from India and my mother of Indian descent. She grew up on the edge of the Amazonian Rainforest in Guyana, South America. I was born and raised in Minneapolis, Minnesota, USA. Although we called our mom “Ammaji” (Hindi for mother), I had little direct experience with India until 1981, when we relocated to my father’s hometown in the Himalayan foothills. Dehradun was not the industrious city it is today; rather a sleepy settlement sprawled in the lush shadow of the mountains. Cows napped in the streets, grandly indifferent to passing cars, and the electricity was surprising only when it worked. The nearest international long-distance phone was a six-hour drive. Everything was an adventure.Add a comment >