• Seven years ago, after years of instruction from my spiritual teacher, I decided to walk on the spiritual path. At the beginning of the third year of devotion, I put the tika on my forehead every morning. I don’t know why. I think I may have done it in a former life. At the beginning of the fourth year of devotion, I couldn’t tolerate the feeling of a shirt on my back. Everything I wore felt like a uniform of some kind.
  • At the beginning of the fifth year, I stopped wearing shoes. Once again, I don’t know why, but I simply can’t feel comfortable in shoes of any kind. The malas that I wear are gifts from my spiritual teacher, and that’s all I like to wear on my upper body. When I go to an airport or to a public place I wear a shawl, out of respect for others, but it comes off as soon as I leave.
  • I’ve gone through many changes in my life, and have worn many different uniforms, but this is the last change for me, and it’s probably a return to something I once knew and did