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16475Re: prairie winter, and how I came to the path

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  • doriscott20002000
    Jan 24, 2006
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      Purnakama, the way you had chosen the book made me grin. Doris



      --- In Sri_Chinmoy_Inspiration@yahoogroups.com, dharmaja
      <no_reply@y...> wrote:
      >
      > Your statement,
      >
      > "8 years later, I am now giving classes in the very room that I
      found
      > my freedom"
      >
      > is the icing on the cake.
      >
      > Uh, frozen cake, that is.
      >
      > -- D.
      > __________________________
      >
      > --- In Sri_Chinmoy_Inspiration@yahoogroups.com, purnakama2000
      > <no_reply@y...> wrote:
      > >
      > > As I was looking at my winter photos again, it really got me
      > > thinking about my life, how I ended up in this strange flat
      place ,
      > > and how much I have come to love and cherish it.
      > >
      > > I was not born on the prairies. I grew up in Kitchener
      (originally
      > > called Little Berlin), a fairly large city close to Toronto
      which
      > > was the hub of industry.Our house was situated somewhere between
      a
      > > brewery and a rubber tire factory. The stench in the summer was
      > > something to behold.
      > >
      > > We used to make fun of the "flatlanders". In fact when I was
      about
      > > 15, my brother's friend moved to Winnipeg, and I remember saying
      > > something like "Why in heaven would anyone choose to move to
      such a
      > > God forsaken place with mosquitoes in the summer, and winter so
      cold
      > > that you can't leave your house for 6 months of the year!"
      > > I have certainly had to eat my words on more than one occasion,
      > > along with a few mosquitoes I'm sure.
      > >
      > > I may have mentioned this before, so forgive me if I'm repeating
      > > myself, but I started my journey to Winnipeg with a teaching job
      in
      > > a town called Flin Flon, 9 hours north of Winnipeg.
      > > I spent 5 happy years there, but in my last year I began to grow
      > > restless. I had been spiritually seeking for quite some time,
      but
      > > now I felt that things were coming to a head, and I felt that a
      huge
      > > change was imminent, but I did not know what.
      > >
      > > I was content, but I began to realize that I was not really
      happy. I
      > > had a great job, great friends,and time and money to travel, but
      I
      > > could not get rid of this feeling that there had to be something
      > > more;some piece of the puzzle that I was missing.
      > > It often left me feeling empty and confused.
      > >
      > > My one solace was taking trips to Saskatoon, the nearest city,
      to
      > > scour the bookstores for anything spiritual. I was starving, and
      > > those trips managed to stave off my hunger for awhile.
      > >
      > > I remember my last trip to Saskatoon very well. It was about 3
      weeks
      > > before I moved to Winnipeg. Just prior to my making that trip, I
      had
      > > an inner crisis, and I remeber lying on my living room floor,
      > > crying, begging the Supreme to show me the way. I felt scared
      and
      > > alone, but I had a deep inner knowing that the answer was out
      > > there,so close I could almost touch it. I just had to find it.
      > >
      > > While in Saskatoon on that last trip, I went into a bookstore,
      > > desperately looking for anything that would heal my inner pain.
      > > After much searching I found a book that appealed to me. I chose
      it
      > > because it had nice title, and I liked the picture of the
      author.It
      > > sounds like a crazy way to choose a book, but it called to me.
      > >
      > > It was Garden of the Soul by Sri Chinmoy. I remember looking for
      > > more books by him in the store, but there were none.Of course at
      > > that time, I had never heard of Sri Chinmoy or what he was
      about,
      > > and I also had no idea how soon I would find out just exactly
      who he
      > > was.
      > >
      > > I had been living in Winnipeg for about 2 weeks when I saw a
      poster
      > > for a free meditation course. One of my goals when I moved to
      > > Winnipeg was to learn to meditate, and this course was within my
      > > budget, so I went. I realized quickly at the course that the
      book I
      > > had bought 5 weeks earlier was by the same man that the person
      who
      > > was teaching the class had been telling us about. I knew that
      this
      > > was no coincidence, and the rest, as they say is history.
      > > 8 years later, I am now giving classes in the very room that I
      found
      > > my freedom.
      > > A room in the middle of the prairies where I never dreamed I'd
      be.
      > >
      > > I have come to love the prairies.
      > > Their vastness feeds me.
      > > They allow me to be empty;silent; still.
      > > Nothing obstructs the free flow of light and space.
      > > All anxieties get tossed into the prairie gales, on infinity's
      wing.
      > > I am free to sit in the midst of the silence,and be.
      > >
      > >
      > > All gratitude to Sri Chinmoy, for being the lighthouse that
      called
      > > to me, and brought me safely home.
      > >
      > > Purnakama
      > >
      >
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