I was caught red handed—the huge serving spoon had disappeared completely into my mouth. “You’re just like your father!” “Thank you!” I love my dad. But then I had to wonder…. If I’m carrying stuff from my dad, and he is carrying stuff from his dad, how
The Roar of Inspiration
I love this prayer-demand from Paramhansa Yogananda’s Whispers from Eternity: A lion-cub of the Divine Mother, I was somehow thrown into life in the sheep-fold of human frailties. Living long with the sheep of fear, failure