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Amartithi
  – Bruce Felknor

"You'll find Me in the garden"
  – Jenny Keating

'Heart Tires of Its Gaudy Dress' – Francis Brabazon
  – Buck Busfield

HOLLYWOOD
  – Billy Goodrum

Trust and Intimacy
  – Jenny Keating

Living with Baba
  – Bruce Felknor

When Words Fail . . . Just Use More Words
  – Buck Busfield

Suffering and Service
  – Juniper Lesnik

SPOILER ALERT
  – Billy Goodrum

The charm of His ways. . .
  – Jenny Keating

The Importance of Being Furnished
  – Bruce Felknor

It's Been Fun
  – Steve Klein

Let’s Talk about Love
  – Juniper Lesnik

Cannes
  – Billy Goodrum

In the world but not of it . . .
  – Jenny Keating

Give Me Your Imperfections
  – Wendy Connor

Children of the One God
  – Bruce Felknor

As the Poet Says
  – Steve Klein

Happy Endings
  – Jenny Keating

Thoughts on Furniture
  – Billy Goodrum

Going Home
  – Juniper Lesnik

A Tale of Two Connections
  – Bruce Felknor

The Flowering Seed
  – Wendy Connor

Baby Steps
  – Steve Klein

Patience
  – Jenny Keating

Hold On!
  – Juniper Lesnik

Waiting for the New Humanity
  – Billy Goodrum

Remembering
  – Bruce Felknor

The Beloved's Beloved
  – Wendy Connor

Compare and Contrast
  – Steve Klein

It's in the struggle . . .
  – Jenny Keating

Time
  – Juniper Lesnik

The Tipping Point
  – Billy Goodrum

Learning Poise
  – Bruce Felknor

When "Good Enough" Isn't
  – Steve Klein

Conflict and Joy
  – Jenny Keating

Sleepless in San Jose
  – Juniper Lesnik

Vacation Incarnation
  – Steve Klein

Nerve Endings of the Soul
  – Jenny Keating

"Let the World Wait"
  – Wendy Connor

Religion vs Spirituality
  – Steve Klein

The Bigger Challenge
  – Wendy Connor

Que Sera Sera
  – Steve Klein

To Be Honest
  – Juniper Lesnik

Praise and Blame
  – Steve Klein

Being Right
  – Steve Klein

To Love God is To Love Our Fellow Beings
  – Juniper Lesnik

God is Alive in the World
  – Wendy Connor

Determined to Be His
  – Steve Klein

The Stuff We're Made Of
  – Juniper Lesnik

"I Will Always Be With You": Memories of the East West Gathering
  – Wendy Connor

Half Full or Half Empty?
  – Steve Klein

Love The One You're With
  – Steve Klein

Ordinary Life
  – Juniper Lesnik

Baba Loved Us Too
  – Wendy Connor

Feeling His Love
  – Steve Klein

He is both Father and Mother
  – Juniper Lesnik

A Leap of Faith
  – Wendy Connor

Becoming His
  – Steve Klein

Don't Worry, Be Happy
  – Juniper Lesnik

A Life Worth Living
  – Wendy Connor

Love The One You're With
  – Steve Klein

What a Mighty Beloved our Beloved is
  – Wendy Connor

To thine own self be true?
  – Steve Klein

The Sweets of His Love
  – Wendy Connor

Sickness and Health
  – Juniper Lesnik

Giving Advice
  – Steve Klein

"Garlic-Faced"
  – Wendy Connor

To Love and Be Loved
  – Juniper Lesnik

Talking About The Truth
  – Steve Klein

The Script was Written Long Ago
  – Wendy Connor

Excuse Me, Which Way to God?
  – Steve Klein

Letting Go
  – Juniper Lesnik

The Mosquitoes are Bad Today
  – Wendy Connor

What If A Teaching Moment Never Comes?
  – Steve Klein

Beads On One String
  – Juniper Lesnik

Youth Sahavas '07
  – Wendy Connor

Stop, You're Both Right!
  – Steve Klein

God, Please Give me a Job
  – Juniper Lesnik

"It Just Passes More Quickly"
  – Wendy Connor

Multiple Meher Babas
  – Steve Klein

Winking Back
  – Juniper Lesnik

The Treasure Within
  – Wendy Connor

Holding On, But Losing One's Grip
  – Steve Klein

1969
  – Ann Conlon

Obedience
  – Ann Conlon

Meher Center – The Way It Was
  – Ann Conlon

Armageddon, Anyone?
  – Ann Conlon

What Does Baba Want Me to Do?
  – Ann Conlon

Baba's 'Things'
  – Ann Conlon

What Does THAT Mean?
  – Ann Conlon

The Way It Was – Meherabad
  – Ann Conlon

Doing "Baba Work"
  – Ann Conlon

Broken Heads
  – Ann Conlon

Enid
  – Ann Conlon

On Being Ill
  – Ann Conlon

Meherjee
  – Ann Conlon

To Each His Own
  – Ann Conlon

Youth Sahavas
  – Ann Conlon

Kitty
  – Ann Conlon

The Lonely Path
  – Ann Conlon

Isn't He Enough?
  – Ann Conlon

He Said What?
  – Ann Conlon

Goher
  – Ann Conlon

Taking a Dare
  – Ann Conlon

Seeking Suffering
  – Ann Conlon

Amartithi
  – Ann Conlon

Dreams
  – Ann Conlon

Margaret
  – Ann Conlon

"The Disciple"
  – Ann Conlon

I Wonder ...
  – Ann Conlon

Backbiting, etc.
  – Ann Conlon

Hearing His Name
  – Ann Conlon

Rites, Rituals and Ceremonies
  – Ann Conlon

His Promise
  – Ann Conlon

"Baba's Group"
  – Ann Conlon

Then and Now
  – Ann Conlon

Middlemen Revisited
  – Ann Conlon

Padri
  – Ann Conlon

Gateway Days
  – Ann Conlon

The New Life
  – Ann Conlon

Books, Books and More Books
  – Ann Conlon

Elizabeth Patterson
  – Ann Conlon

His "Last Warning"
  – Ann Conlon

Is That A Religion Coming?
  – Ann Conlon

Detachment
  – Ann Conlon

A Country of Our Own?
  – Ann Conlon

Manifestation: Did He Or Didn't He?
  – Ann Conlon

Remembering Mohammed
  – Ann Conlon

Advice (Sort-Of) for Newcomers
  – Ann Conlon

You're a Baba Lover If...
  – Ann Conlon

Real Happiness
  – Ann Conlon

Baba Lover, Baba Follower or Both?
  – Ann Conlon

Meherazad – The Way It Was
  – Ann Conlon

The Strongest Memories
  – Ann Conlon

All (Baba) Things Considered

God, Please Give me a Job

Growing up in a Baba family, I got early doses of the good stuff: love, humor, spiritual serendipity, exposure to people who were doing their best to live from the heart, the unbelievable fortune of getting to mingle with His mandali and be in the presence of truly great souls. I wrote poems and did art and swam in the ocean by His home in the West.

Somewhere in the crossroads of being a child in the embrace of His family and my life now, it dawned on me that most of my time would be spent at work and the work I chose would matter very much to the life I had, the person I would become. This was something worth deep consideration, I decided, and so I began asking Him what my life's work was - hoping that an answer would rise up from the wells of the heart, where our best conversations usually unfold. But no answer came clear; the well took those questions into the dark and surfaced no clear path in return.

I wanted a God who told me to serve the poor, or write novels, or bake bread. Sweep this floor every day for forty years because it is good work, it is what I want you to do. A sense of divine purpose, freedom from waking up one day and realizing I made the wrong choice, I'd lost my life in work that had done nothing for me or for the world.

But Baba didn't seem to work that way, at least for me. In my twenties, I , like many Baba lovers I know, considered a life in India, close to His home and His body, where service to Him could be abundantly clear. Inside though, I felt a calling into the world. And here I am. My job now, as a lawyer, often feels crushingly intellectual and stressful enough that I go whole days when I barely take a breath. Beside my computer, is a Baba card, the one that reads "Do Your Best and Don't Worry Be Happy...Leave the Rest to Me." He smiles out at me as I cradle the phone, type away, shift endless piles of paper from one stack to another on my desk. And sometimes I ask Him, especially on the days when the heart quality I long for seems to recede behind the press of deadlines and demands, "Is this really where you want me to be?"

Of course, this question itself may be one of the lessons that life in the world offers us. Finding, in the moments that feel distant from whatever it is that makes us feel spiritually alive, a trust that we are exactly where He wants us to be. As Hafiz wrote, knowing that, "this place where you are right now God circled on a map for you" even if that place is a courtroom or a line at the post office or at a baseball game. Recently, I received a sweet reminder of how Baba is always with us, guiding us in ways that deepen that dependence on Him. It was a frantic day in the office, one where each task hurtled me full force toward the next, and I was tired, definitely not at my multi-tasking best. My supervisor, frantic herself, rolled a chair up to my desk for a difficult conference call we had scheduled. Out of nowhere, she said, "And does He help you?" "What?" I answered, having no idea what she was talking about. "Does He help you?" she repeated, gesturing to the Baba card. "Yes," I answered, surprised and delighted that after two years of working together she was suddenly asking me about Baba, "He does." "How?" she asked, genuinely curious. "Well," I said, "take today. I was tired this morning and had so many responsibilities. I knew I didn't have the energy to get everything done. So, I turned to Him inside, and let Him know that I needed some help, that I couldn't do today on my own. And then little things happened. I got a swell of energy from some unknown place, you helped me get that assignment done, others stepped in and made the way easier. And I was no longer worried that I'd fail or disappoint." "Oh," she said, "that must be very comforting, to have someone to rest in like that."

That was the end of the conversation. We made the phone call, the day hurtled forward and I went home tired, but refreshed. She helped me realize something that I sometimes forget. That maybe the work we do is not the important thing. That He puts us in situations that urge us to lean on Him. And, most of all, that life's work with Him is not about finding the right job but about remembering that He is the doer and we need only keep Him close. That the real job is to keep His company, do our Best, and leave the rest to Him.