Another year in memories swirl past changing shape and form like the clouds above me sitting here under the ole chestnut tree struggling to capture it all to share with you. Tears of Gratitude well up..From beginning to end it has been a time of deep sharing among friends new and old.
In 1994 when Papaji sent me to live on Ganga Ma’s banks and told me to create Ramana’s Garden I felt utterly incapable of doing so. I knew nothing about social work. He said,”Don’t worry I am always with you. Follow your heart; I am there and will be sending you all the help you will ever need.”