Española, NM, 1996. A scorching summer morning. I was at Yogi Bhajan's Mother Ashram, the Guru Ram Das.
Española, NM, 1996. A scorching summer morning. I was at Yogi Bhajan's Mother Ashram, the Guru Ram Das. A handful of us, his followers, gathered early, eager for the wisdom of the Sikh master.
We sat in his living room, sipping tea offered by his wife, Inderjit Kaur. After a brief talk on Kundalini yoga and meditation , Yogi Bhajan invited me for a private walk.
I cherished those moments with Yogi. He was kind, often doing my numerology, offering personal counsel. A father figure, patient and intuitive.
He'd sit with me for hours sometimes, just talking about life, about the path, about what it meant to serve something bigger than yourself.