Oct 30

Bowtie I will miss you

Bowtie came into my life in July 2010 and has now left it on October 30, 2012. He embodied “animal as teacher” with his overflowing affection and love during the 2 years and three months that our lives were intertwined.

I have never had a cat who was so friendly, social and vocal. He loved to sleep on my lap, have his belly, chin and ears rubbed and quite often would sleep alongside me with his head resting on the same pillow as mine.

Having come into my life as an outdoor cat, spending time outdoors seemed to be his nectar and raison d’etre. Being nocturnal, he liked to go out when I got home from work and then most mornings would wake me up to go outside for a little while at around 5 am. Ever so sadly, this morning going outside at that time when it is completely dark at this time of year until 7 am meant that he was attacked and killed by a coyote right across the street from my house in a residential and not rural neighborhood. Animal control came and said that it was definitely a coyote and that they run the area between Kent Field a mile to my east and the golf course that is alongside a bike path a mile to my west.

I am truly heartbroken to lose him and know that all the people who say you should never let your animal outside will say I told you so but having lived outdoors before “adopting” me, I found it impossible to keep him inside. That being the case, his life lasted about 7 years – what I think is the precise average for a pet cat who isn’t kept inside the house.

Geneen Roth wrote a beautiful and funny book about a cat that adopted her called “The Craggy Hole in My Heart and the Cat Who Fixed It: Over the Edge and Back with My Dad, My Cat, and Me” and in it is a beautiful eulogy for her cat which I will look for and append to this post when I stop crying long enough to find it. Ah, I am still crying but down below is the eulogy.

Rest in Peace Bowtie – I will love you forever. And I will treasure the lessons I learned from you, including the importance of living in the now and sharing kindness and love daily without fail until the chance to share is no more. For that at least, I have no regrets.

Here is the eulogy:

“You cannot see me splayed in the sunroom looking as if I am surfing on a wave of light, you cannot see me lapping up the dripping water in the bathtub, curled on the couch in the TV room, or snoring in the laundry basket. This deceives you into believing that I am not here. But you are only looking with your physical eyes. Look again. Look with the eyes beneath your eyes. The quivering light beneath what you call your life. As you are beginning to discover, it is what you can see with those eyes, that is most compelling. It’s time to begin living the shimmering, glimmering, sunlit life you gave me, but haven’t let yourself fully inhabit.
Everybody knows I had a better life and death than most people on the planet. Between the acupuncturists and the psychics, being hand-fed and carried everywhere, having mice heads to eat, dogs to chase, fences to jump, and corn on the cob to nibble on, there was nothing the physical world didn’t offer for my pleasure. And who wouldn’t want a death like mine? Carried around in a cashmere snuggly, touched sweetly, until my last breath with a Zen priest and a pearly Godmother chanting softly beside me.
All that was good, but the pleasures of the physical world;  jeweled collars and sparkly necklaces, downy blankets and soft salmon flakes, were not the real treasure, it was the love. It was always the love. It was the fact that you delighted every time you saw me. Every time, for seventeen and a half years, I knew just by walking into a room, your heart would fling out streamers of joy. So I kept walking, so that your heart could keep flinging. And I kept putting my paws on your face, so that your body could keep relaxing. And I kept purring, so you would know there was safety in this world. But it wasn’t me, any more than it was the jeweled collars, it was you. It was always you.
You used to mistake the symbol of the treasure, for the treasure. The marker for the thing itself. The gift from God, for God. As if all you could possibly hope for, was a thing you could touch, a token, rather than all of shining existence. Since you hadn’t let yourself know that shimmering fully, you kept turning to what reminded you of it, glitter and bobbles and sparkles. As if having those was having the real thing. As if that was the best you could do.
It was time for me to go. I told you I would stay until you were strong enough to live without me. And I did. And you are. Until your heart spread like dragonfly wings, until you didn’t need me to know that you had a heart. As long as I was in a physical body, you relied on me. You believed I was the locus of that love. Now you can find out for yourself what is true.
Do not grieve for me, I am in a place where tuna fish juice flows like water, where I can jump like the wind, and every place is silky and sunny. If you must, grieve for what you won’t allow yourself to have, grieve for all the ways you separate yourself from this radiance, from lying down in the sun, on a patch of grass, on any old day, and from knowing you are beloved on this Earth.
Thank you, it’s been my pleasure to be with you, may you know you are beloved on the Earth. ”

-Geneen Roth, “The Craggy Hole in My Heart and the Cat Who Fixed It: Over the Edge and Back with My Dad, My Cat, and Me”

Oct 03

Divine Coincidence in the Dollar Store

At a meditation meeting a few nights ago, our Rhode Island meditation centre leader reminded me that I needed to bring toothbrushes and toothpaste to our next meeting in a couple of days. These items are part of our contribution to an annual collection by the American Sri Chinmoy Centres to give to the MIssionaries of Charity – Mother of Teresa mission. Each October we purchase items such as chocolates, coloring books and crayons, stuffed animals, toothbrushes, toothpaste, and clothing which are then put together in New York City to be given as Christmas gifts by the MIssionaries of Charity. This contribution embodies the support and friendship that blossomed between Mother of Teresa and Sri Chinmoy some years ago.

I didn’t realize that I was even signed up for this item and I immediately went shopping the next day after I got out of work. I was slightly stressed out about the short window of time to do the errands and whether I would find them for an inexpensive price given my own financial predicament of the moment. There was no wiggle room in my budget this month, however worthy the cause.

I originally parked my car in front of a store that specializes in discount and remainder items that I pass on my way home from work. After I got out of the car, I noticed the Dollar Store in the same shopping plaza and decided to go in there first.

To my wide surprise, as soon as I walked into the store I saw two Mother of Teresa nuns in their white saris with the dark blue border at the checkout counter paying the cashier for a purchase. I approached them and said “You are Mother of Teresa” and they said yes that they have a mission located on County St. in New Bedford, MA. (the next town over from where this Dartmouth, MA. Dollar Store is located).

Of course, I gushed that I just happened to be here to buy items for the Missionaries of Charity and that I was affiliated with the Sri Chinmoy Centre and that Sri Chinmoy and Mother of Teresa had offered each other mutual support and friendship when they were both still on Earth. They just smiled and didn’t really say much more.

After they left, every trace of reluctance and stress within me for my task vanished. These two nuns emanated such simplicity, divinity and goodness in our fleeting interaction that I wished I could only emulate them and be inspired by their radiance.

I found my inexpensive toothpaste and toothbrushes and felt that it was absolutely meant to be that I purchase at least some of the items in that very store. What are the chances of this divine coincidence? And it is compounded by another divine coincidence! The day it happened – October 1st – is the day that Sri Chinmoy gave Mother Teresa the U Thant Peace Award in Italy in 1994. Here is some brief video footage of that special occasion from SriChinmoyVideo:


Jul 29

London 2012 Olympics- Can Sport Be Spiritually Significant?

In between the parachute jumps, fireworks and flying Mary Poppins in the opening ceremony of the 2012 Summer Olympics , I began to contemplate some of the deeper meaning of the Olympics as I watched the parade of nations. I thought about how the world comes together in an inspiring and nonpolitical way every four years through the Olympic Games.

While it is easily evident that the Olympics offers a rich harvest of inspiration for athletes everywhere who strive to push the limits of their capacity, can there also be a spiritual perspective on sport and the Olympics?

One person uniquely positioned to explore this idea is the athlete, spiritual visionary and marathon team founder Sri Chinmoy. In his lifetime, he wrote extensively on the subject of spirituality and sports. His most recent book delving into this topic is The Inner Meaning of Sport published in 2007 by Agni Press.

What does Sri Chinmoy say about the Olympics and sporting games?

The Olympics are an unprecedented, auspicious, glorious and precious Greece-vision. And what is this vision? This vision is nothing other than world-happiness. Happiness is love bubbling forth into the newness and fulness of true life, illumining life and fulfilling life.
The Olympics tower above all man-made differences. They are infinitely bigger than race. They are eternally brighter than colour. They are supremely better than religion. They are not only constantly one with the evolution-hunger of aspiring mankind but are also humanity’s satisfaction-meal and perfection-nourishment
Sri Chinmoy, The Outer Running And The Inner Running, Agni Press, 1974.


The presence of all the great athletes at the Olympics represents a great opportunity. When an athlete has to compete with the rest of the world, there is every opportunity and possibility that he will transcend his own capacities.
Sri Chinmoy, The Outer Running And The Inner Running, Agni Press, 1974.


From the spiritual point of view, there are many things we can learn from games. One is fellow feeling…Why do we watch sports? The world needs inspiration and enthusiasm. You play volleyball extremely well, and I am inspired by it. Then I go and play tennis. You have given me the inspiration, and I go and play some other game. But you gave me the joy, you gave me the inspiration, you gave me the courage. Like that, each person can get inspiration from another person to do better in their own respective fields.
Sri Chinmoy, Run And Smile, Smile And Run, Agni Press, 2000.

These quotations explore several themes:
– the Olympics bring the world together as one human family
– the Olympics inspire athletes to transcend their limits, challenging limitation and impossibility
– Sports and games foster enthusiasm and the inspiration to excel in all walks of life

I hope watching the London 2012 Olympics and reading about the games bubbles over into my own life with a wellspring of creativity and sporting ventures that fuel positivity and happiness in all my activities this summer.

Jul 15

Philadelphia Christ Church Concert

On July 1, 2012 – the Sunday before the July 4th holiday, a unique concert was held in historic Christ Church in Philadelphia. This church located in the Old City section of Philadelphia was founded in 1695 and is a National Historic Landmark. It is the birthplace of the American Episcopal Church and many founding fathers and patriots worshipped here. 15 signers of the Declaration of Independence attended this church and Benjamin Franklin and 4 other signers of the Declaration are buried in the Christ Church Burial Ground. There are brass pew markers showing where George Washington, Benjamin Franklin and others sat.

At The Sacred Fire Concert held in the altar area of the Christ Church on July 1, 2012, an ensemble of singers and musicians called Sri Chinmoy Sacred Fire Singers performed songs and recitations centered on the theme of the ideals of the American founding fathers, patriotism and a spiritual interpretation of central moments in American history. The music and writings featured in The Sacred Fire concert flowed from the pen of Indian born spiritual leader and humanitarian Sri Chinmoy.

Based in New York for more than half his life, Sri Chinmoy valued the ideals of American freedom and held a special fondness for Philadelphia. He composed a song about Philadelphia in 1970 and in a play about America that he wrote in 1975 called The Sacred Fire, he portrays the song about Philadelphia as a gift from the “World Soul” to William Penn and Benjamin Franklin.

Philadelphia, Philadelphia,
Philadelphia, Philadelphia!
O sweet city of brotherly love,
O God-Perfection below, above.
Philadelphia, Philadelphia,
Philadelphia, Philadelphia!
Your world-attention Liberty Bell
Proclaimed the death of our bondage-hell,
O freedom lovers’ Utopia.”
– Sri Chinmoy, 1970

For a more detailed look at Sri Chinmoy’s writings related to America, a book entitled America the Beautiful was published in 2010 by Illumine Press. The audio version of the book is narrated by Richard Dreyfuss. The U.S. section of the International Sri Chinmoy Centres also offers in-depth information about Sri Chinmoy’s views on America.

Source: Radio Sri Chinmoy

Click above to listen to a beautiful arrangement by piano teacher Archee Moffitt of a song about Philadelphia composed by Sri Chinmoy. The sweetness and clarion call of this song (which was performed at the concert) offers a glimpse of the soul-stirring inspiration that this concert contained in full measure.

May 05

Super Moon – Spiritual Symbolism

One time I sat down in a lawn chair in my front yard to watch the moon rise. If the skies are clear tonight (unlikely if as cloudy as it is right now), I should do the same again for the biggest full moon of 2012 – called a perigee moon or supermoon.

The moon will be full and closest to the Earth at about 11:35 pm EDT but the moon always looks bigger when it is first rising than when it is overhead, an optical illusion that scientists don’t precisely understand. On the East Coast where I live, moon rise will be at about 7:46 pm.

This year’s perigee moon has been much abuzz in the media – it was even part of the news broadcast on WBSM talk radio out of New Bedford, MA that I listened to while driving to work this morning.

My meditation teacher Sri Chinmoy employed imagery of the moon in his poetry and prose quite frequently. The Jharna-Kala Card Company published a small gift book in 1995 called Sun, Moon, Stars with poems by Sri Chinmoy. One moon poem from the book is especially perfect for today’s super moon.

May my heart
every day
dance with
the rising moon.
-Sri Chinmoy

Sri Chinmoy also offered insight into the symbolism of the moon from a spiritual point of view in a talk he gave at Cornell University on Concentration, Meditation and Contemplation. About the moon, he states:

And before we contemplate, we should in silence imagine the moon, the beauty of the moon, which is the emblem, here on the earth, of the Absolute Supreme. The beauty of the moon represents the Consciousness of the Divine Mother. The Mother aspect of the Supreme Beloved is embodied by the moon. So if we imagine the moon, then the beauty, delight, sweetness, nearness and closeness of the Absolute Supreme we feel operating in and through us.

Sri Chinmoy, Palmistry, Reincarnation And The Dream State, Agni Press, 1977

I am always fascinated by Sri Chinmoy’s perspective on the inner meaning of the world around us. To read more on the moon from his writings, just search the online library of his writings and type in the word moon in the search box.

To learn more about the scientific details about the perigee moon, read this article from Earthsky.org.

And to read other blog posts about the moon by me – more moon musings