My eldest brother is turning 60 today. Traditionally, 60 is a very significant birthday for the Chinese. I believe it marked a time when people would start letting go of their worldly possessions and embark on a life of spiritual seeking. It marked the time of the beginning of wisdom. My brother is retiring this year, and I hope he dedicates the last third of his life to fulfilling his dreams and to service.
A yogic way of being in this world goes far beyond doing yoga poses. The other day when I was teaching and I began to contemplate what message I would convey to the class, what came to mind was very simple and has been reiterated constantly by gurus in India. Feed the hungry! Feed the hungry!
Sometimes I forget that there are so many people who are without water and food. My reality doesn’t include starvation. Even as I sit here, it is hard to believe that in a world of planes and computers, people are dying of starvation. It is even harder to swallow that in a world of hearts, minds and hands, we can turn our backs on our brothers and sisters of the world.
Today Colleen and I pledged to feed more than our own family. Today we will find another child to feed, because we can. Until we make this effort, our hearts will cry out and be deflated from the injustice and inhumanity. Let us all be responsible by responding to the most basic call of the human being — food and love.