It is not yet 9 a.m. but the cool morning air has already been supplanted by a gassy, dusty heat. The sweater I wore when we left the hotel is off and sweat has begun to streak my forehead.
Our forward pace has slowed considerably by the time the ramparts of the Red Fort loom over [...]
“A healing wind blows in India.”
- Banta Singh Sihota
Victoria, B.C. 1985
Early morning in a clearing mist and rising sun I am walking along a precarious crumbling curb carrying two year old Nika in my arms.
It is early January of 1986. The air is cold but the dry dusty street shows little sign of [...]
I was hired by the brokerage firm Adanac Customs Brokers to run documents to the trucking terminals, the airport, the docks and to various businesses around town in a little VW Rabbit.
A part of the day which I spent in the office was devoted to menial office tasks such as filing, opening mail and a [...]
In between excursions around Laguna Beach with the James family, I meditated in my room under a print of Van Gogh’s sunflowers. I was also faithfully keeping my journal.
I had an experience just before I left for Hawaii of waking up within a nightmare, still dreaming, but conscious enough to begin to chant a mantra. [...]
Back in the Cowichan Valley, my friend Robert James introduced me to Jeevan Singh Mangat, an elementary school teacher and gentle friend who hired me to work on a government funded (LIP grant) project called KARMSAR, an attempt to form a bridge between the East Indian, mainly Sikh community and the local community which was [...]
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