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Silence on Silence Day
  – Jenny Keating

Burned by Beauty
  – Buck Busfield

CCCs
  – Billy Goodrum

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

The Way It Was – Meherabad
  – Ann Conlon

What Does THAT Mean?
  – Ann Conlon

Doing "Baba Work"
  – Ann Conlon

Broken Heads
  – Ann Conlon

Enid
  – Ann Conlon

On Being Ill
  – Ann Conlon

To Each His Own
  – Ann Conlon

Meherjee
  – 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

Dreams
  – Ann Conlon

Amartithi
  – 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

"Baba's Group"
  – Ann Conlon

His Promise
  – 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

Detachment
  – Ann Conlon

Is That A Religion Coming?
  – Ann Conlon

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

A Country of Our Own?
  – 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

Kitty

Well, I've written forty-six other columns before getting to the subject of "Kitty," primarily because she is such a large and varied subject that the idea of getting my brain around it has been mind-boggling. I haven't been sure I could do it, but I figure it's really about time I tried.

Of course, there are some things about Kitty Davy that immediately come to everyone's mind. The Myrtle Beach Baba community was never so cohesive as it was during Kitty's time here, She kept us together; introduced us to each other; kept track of every one of us; found jobs and apartments for many of us; included us in the life of the Meher Center. Her office, which also served as a small book room, was always crowded, with more people waiting on the porch.

Many people seem to remember Kitty's malapropisms more than anything else, which has always puzzled me. But maybe they seldom or never heard what I call her "zingers," those right-on comments that could stop people in their tracks or, in some cases, have them making tracks for anywhere but in her presence. Like the poor visitor to whom she said, "If you're not serious about this, don't get too close, because Meher Baba will turn your life upside down." She had taken one look at him and known he wasn't serious.

She could spot a drug user at any distance and in spite of whatever lies he might tell. One young man, when she asked, said he didn't have any drugs on him. "Then where are they?" she asked. "In your car?" He admitted they were, and she immediately sent him on his way.

Another young man also fell victim to that eagle eye. "Where are the drugs?" she asked him.

"In my pocket," he said.

"Give them to her," she said, pointing to me.

He did and Kitty turned to me, "Flush them."

She then asked if he had more drugs at home. He said he did and she told him to go home and flush those drugs too. He did exactly as he was told and later called Kitty to say he had complied. He never touched drugs again.

To those who were serious about Meher Baba, Kitty gave loving attention. She seemed to be always available, happy to go out to lunch or dinner, happy to have people come to Dilruba for dinner or lunch with her and Elizabeth Patterson. Once when Elizabeth was away, Kitty invited the entire Myrtle Beach Baba community to dinner. A lot of fried chicken was consumed that night. She celebrated our marriages, the births of our children, our birthdays, Baba's birthday. And we celebrated her birthdays with a vengeance, culminating in her 100th in August, 1994.

Kitty came to the Meher Center in 1952, when Baba asked her to stay and help Elizabeth. Kitty thought her stay would be temporary and eventually she would return to Meherazad where she had lived for 15 years. She realized that wasn't going to happen, she said, during the East-West Gathering in 1962, when she just knew India was no longer her home, and she wouldn't be returning to live there. It was a disappointing realization for her, but for us it meant thirty more years of Kitty's care, her attention to us and to our relationships with Baba. I know some people called that attention "interference," but I never found it so. I watched her sometimes give very close attention to someone's problem but when that same person had a different problem, Kitty looked as if she were totally unaware of it. She was aware, all right, but she judged this particular problem to be one between the individual and Meher Baba and she was going to stay out of it. One young man told the story of going to knock on Kitty's door to tell her he couldn't go on with a project in which she was interested. Kitty opened the door, looked at him, told him to wait in another room and promptly forgot about him. The young man felt as if Baba had slapped him and was telling him to grow up. He got the message and he went on with the project, successfully.

Sometimes she would tell you straight out that you were on your own. When I moved to Myrtle Beach in 1971, she said to me, "Now you turn inside to Baba, you follow your intuition with him; and you don't let anyone else tell you what to do." And she stuck to that, refusing to give me advice on a couple of occasions when I actually asked for it.

Kitty wasn't what you'd call free with compliments, but when she gave them, they were honest. And the largest compliment in her mind was to tell someone they were "useful." And, if you appeared "useful" to her, then she trusted you to do whatever job she gave you to do. If you had any brains at all, you would realize that was the best compliment you would ever receive. It put you in a small company whose members will, I'm sure, never be recognized by others, but you know who you are and you have a right to be proud of your place in that little band of Kitty's "helpers."