Category: Seva Cafe

Brain Surgery!  Doctor, Doctor, can you help me?  There is a hole in my mind.  I once knew how to function logically, now I seem to have lost all perspective, in short, I’ve lost a grip on my reality.  As if my existence has turned to rose pedals and they float and extend in every direction.  What was once up, now I find beneath my feet.  What was once inside, now travels outside. 

My assumptions on life, my judgments of others don’t help me anymore.  In fact, they only get in the way.  They once dictated my behaviors, now they paralyze me.  They keep me from moving, from reaching, from flying.  Rose pedals grow wings, become birds, and reach the sky.

I wake up on Saturday mornings with a smile, knowing that I will have to work harder today than any other day of the week.  … and I smile.  Doctor, Doctor, there is something wrong with me. » Read more

(Last Saturday, five special volunteers….Gaurav, Neerav, Roshni, Trushna, and Brian…came all the way from the Bay Area to spend there Saturday volunteering at the Seva Cafe. Below are some of their stories.)

I had been looking forward to the trip down to LA to work at the Seva
Café since a few weeks ago when the idea was first conceived. As much
as I’d like to say I was coming solely for selfless reasons, I have to
say that I was also very much looking forward to all the love and
goodness that I am always so fortunate to receive when doing seva. I
had been a little tired out from getting up early for the drive down,
but as soon as we met up with all the BTC/Seva Café folks and I saw
how energetic and enthusiastic they were, I was definitely pumped up
to serve. My first task was washing dishes, which I had been informed
was one of the most coveted jobs. » Read more