A 1952 baby boomer, my parents saw me as a four year old prodigy violinist. Their paradigm abruptly shattered when I decided to asses my violin’s strength by standing its neck. From a young age I leaned to color outside the lines.
My memories of primary education are art class, looking out the windows and occasional air raid drills, hiding under desks, during the Cuban missile crisis. The most important lesson learned, was from a grade 5 teacher who screamed for twenty minutes about why colored people were not human. I am indebted to her for teaching me to disbelieve authority that violates my values.
My memory of junior high was that there were NO WINDOWS.
Memories of high school are art class and THERE WERE WINDOWS, which greatly facilitated daydreaming about what was beyond mundane knowledge. In the last semester I met a beautiful, intellectual forward thinking girl in art class. We married nine months later in 1971, during her last semester. After her graduation we abruptly left on a spiritual quest in an ancient British car with turn signals that were little arms that came out of the side of the car. The car did not endure but our marriage did. In 1973 we found Krishna Book and Bhagavada Gita in a library. These books brought life to knowledge. Several months later we personally took initiation from Srila Prabhupada.
To this day we continue our quest to come closer to Krishna and his sincere devotees and are continually looking for creative ways to share with others the priceless gems of knowledge Prabhupada graced us with. We have been working with the Grihastha Vision Team since 2004. Uttama and I have committed to helping Srila Prabhupada institute varnasrama by supporting and strengthening families, which are its foundational building blocks. We have facilitated marital education seminars around the world. We live at Saranagati in a house we built, with lots of windows we look through to find inspiration to serve Srila Prabhupada.