Tag Archives: About Meher Center
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A Gift for Service
One of the buildings that Meher Center visitors have had the pleasure to return to in the last month has been the Saroja Library. For many, including myself, this quaint spot is a favorite! In thousands of handpicked books lining its white pine shelves, there are many stories waiting to be read and re-read by…
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Welcoming Back His Lovers
Last Saturday, after fifteen months of not being able to enter the Barn or the Lagoon Cabin, Jeff Craddock walked up the old brick steps to the Barn door, opened it, and went inside. It was the beginning of Jeff’s first shift at the Barn since it opened for visitors, and it was one of…
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Building on Sacred Ground
One of Michael Tych’s co-members on the board of Meher Center says about him, “He watches and listens more than he speaks.” This rings true, because if you didn’t know him, you would never know that this unassuming man, one amongst many here, is the Center’s architect. To this job of fifty years, Michael brings…
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Labor of Love
“For us, however, it is only hopelessness and helplessness. How else can I describe to you what our New Life is?” This was the last line of the “Song of the New Life,” which Baba sent to Elizabeth and Norina in 1949 as they toiled at the Center, preparing for His long-awaited arrival. It also…
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Welcome to My World
For six months, the Center had waited quietly, and Baba’s lovers from all over the world had waited too. Mark and Lisa, a couple from Vermont, were two of those people: they had been coming to the Center twice a year for twenty-five years, but this spring they weren’t able to. “Lonesome,” said Lisa, when…
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What Kitty Wanted
Talk to Baba lovers who first came to the Center in the 1970’s, and they’ll tell you about Kitty. She was a constant presence—zipping around cheerfully in her golf cart, attending evening programs, or, most frequently, sitting in her office while an endless stream of friends, new and old, sought her companionship and advice. She…
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The Yellow Chair
As she approached the end of a rare interview on January 31, 1977, Elizabeth Patterson remarked, “I don’t know if I have time to tell, but there’s a very beautiful story.” It was a story about a yellow chair, a big, beautiful, high-backed Italian chair that has sat in the Barn at Meher Center for…
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Open Up the Door: Youth Sahavas and the Mandali
In 1991, shortly after the first Youth Sahavas, Kitty Davy called Buz Connor. “You have no idea how wonderful it is,” she told him. “You have to come for it next year.” Kitty was 99 at the time, but she had been invited to the very beginning of Youth Sahavas, the orientation where the first…
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Small Kindness
This time, in reading over the accounts of Meher Baba’s accident in 1952, I noticed the kindness. It was there from those first excruciating moments when, on the morning of May 24, 1952, Stanley J. Moucka, living along Route 64 near Prague, Oklahoma, heard a crash and ran out of his house. There it was,…
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April at the Center
“April is the cruelest month”* at the Center. It turns barren, thoughtful, deep silent nights into a musical soiree of magical creatures waking from the depths of the forest. Leaves and flowers spurt out from desire and memory hums songs in nature’s praise. Spring drops upon the ambushed spaces; where no one knew flowers ever…