The lovely memorial page to Nina (www.ninagitana.allegre.ca) asserts that “to a Taoist, she was a Taoist, to a Sufi she was a Sufi, to an Oglala Sioux she was an Oglala Sioux.” I don’t agree. When I knew her, Taoism was one of my core sensibilities. I had read...
Nina’s chosen path was paradoxical. On one hand, in her every word and gesture, she was a devotee of Kirpal Singh, whom she had met and with whom she carried on a passionate spiritual love affair. In this she resembled Rumi, the great Sufi poet and mystic, who met...
This is the second entry in a series about my meetings with Nina Gitana, a truly remarkable person. Rick and I parked near the road, walked past some large boulders, down into a stream bed that probably once had a bridge over it, then up again to Nina’s place. ...