“What’s an Ashram?” he asked, blankly. Misunderstanding my hesitation, his face lit up in comprehension. Winking slyly, he asked, “Is it a… — Grace G. Payge Copy Share Image
“I knew only that my thoughts and external events were inextricably linked.” — Grace G. Payge Copy Share Image
“I had never climbed a mountain, but standing at the bottom, looking at the summit, thinking, “How the fuck am I going to make… — Grace G. Payge Copy Share Image
“The die cast, I really was living out of a suitcase, feeling as though I had fallen off the grid.” — Grace G. Payge Copy Share Image
“I knew we had to celebrate, not the breakup of a marriage, but a woman prepared to be brave.” — Grace G. Payge Copy Share Image
“I had made the vital realisation that my life was a series of events in which one merely had to keep on putting one… — Grace G. Payge Copy Share Image
“What’s an Ashram?” he asked, blankly. Misunderstanding my hesitation, his face lit up in comprehension. Winking slyly, he asked, “Is it a place you… — Grace G. Payge Copy Share Image
“No one knows what path you should follow except yourself. You are your own wise teacher. You are your own Guru.” — Grace G. Payge Copy Share Image
“There was no turning back. I had created the situation, and having come this far I wanted freedom, I wanted liberation, I wanted deep… — Grace G. Payge Copy Share Image
“I thought that I was praying for external peace and quiet, when it was internal tranquillity that I craved.” — Grace G. Payge Copy Share Image
“It was a new experience, the “I” watching “my” mind freaking out!” — Grace G. Payge Copy Share Image
