I'm joining Service Space because ... it feels like my community
A good day to me is when ... good day implies there are some that are not. I must be in denial about those, for every day seems good to me.
My hero in life is ...ordinary decent folks who just persist and do the right thing day after day .... ok, the Dalai Lama, Rev Desmond Tutu and others who laugh easily also tug at my heart strings
My favorite book is ...Ten Tall Tales by Dr Suess, The Little Prince, Stories from Panchtantra and many more
One thing I'm grateful for is ... a good enough life that enables me to serve
Feb 22, 2018, 1 comments, 10 smiles Saw some pictures on India's DNA newspaper webpages, with Jayesh-bhai, that some friends here may enjoy seeing too, so sharing them, with the link to the website where the originals belong at the bottom.
Feb 16, 2018, 1 comments, 6 smiles I recently taught an intense immersive story telling course to college seniors who surprised me with the very positive feedback they gave for the course. On a question of rating the course on a scale of 1 to 5, several students wrote kind words which jumped off the page to hit me with the obvious: these were compliments that belonged to my noble friends and unknown teams of volunteers from ServiceSpace. So many ideas I used in the class came directly from my engagement over the past few years with the ServiceSpace community. My first experience of ServiceSpace was at an Awakin Circle. I started the class daily with a circle. Something magical about a group of 26 people holding empty space in the middle as they stand in a circle. Birju's idea of a minute of silence was borrowed to say, let us arrive fully in the present with a ... Read Full Story
Nov 10, 2017, 12 smiles Over two years ago, as part of the delicious meal served after an Awakin circle in Santa Clara, I was served a achaar/pickle that was delicious. After the silent meal, as I hung out in the kitchen, I thanked Harshida didi for the delicious homemade meal that she has been serving in her home every Wednesday for almost two decades, mentioning how much I had enjoyed the uncommon achaar. She told me Kunta had brought it as an offering. I knew Kunta as she is often in the circle, although she had already gone home that evening. I saw Kunta on another Wednesday night a few weeks later, and remembered to compliment her on the achaar. She told me how easy it was to make as long as one could get the cranberries, which have a short season around this time of the year. As I have taken to making ... Read Full Story
Sep 04, 2017, 1 comments, 12 smiles Buddha attained enlightenment under the Bodhi tree. This tree whispered to me Bodhi trees are everywhere Inviting our Buddha nature. When will we accept the invitation, To find the time to just Sit still?
Aug 17, 2017, 2 comments, 2 smiles Marcus came to London from Estonia with his parents, one of whom was going to study there. At home, both his parents spoke Estonian with him. They put him in the children's nursery pre-school for daycare so they could go about their business of getting settled in London. Vishnu was the same age as Marcus although he joined the nursery a month earlier. He was a shy kid who spoke mostly Hindi at home and English at the nursery. Somehow, Vishnu decided to reach out and befriend Marcus. They played together even though they had no common language. . A few days later, their mothers met for the first time as they picked up their kids. Both boys laughed so happily and loudly that it was impossible to not be caught up and infected by their shared joy and obvious love. Marcus's mom asked Vishnu's mom. "Where did Vishnu ... Read Full Story
Jul 24, 2017, 2 comments, 15 smiles There is a large fridge in the office lunch room that bears this sign on its door. Several people use the fridge to store their lunch and snacks and always label it with their name. A member of the Raaok (random anonymous acts of kindness) exists within us. I know because their package in the fridge bore the following sign, seeing which made me happy. This is a pretty good secret sign to reveal that they are a member of the Raaok tribe. I'm glad they thrive amongst us where ever we go.
Jul 22, 2017, 1 comments, 7 smiles A mosaic of colorful envelops, each with a simple title on it, spread on the footpath like a carpet, a stack of more envelops on the side, a small basket upfront with a sign 'Poetry Oracle: by donation' and a man dressed in a coat of many colors sitting on a folding chair beside it - was what I stumbled upon as I walked by the river one evening. I stopped to read the titles and stood silently, when we came around to stand beside me and asked if a particular color appealed to me. I picked the pistacio green that said "Song of the Sky Loom". He recited the poem from memory and told me it was from the Navajo Indians of North America. We chatted a bit more. I learned that he has been on the streets for 25 years. His memory contains all the poems spread out before him and more. He was generous with his care and concern and excellent at reading the poems. A man one who honors his calling is a happy man, spreading happiness.