Review of Yoga for Artists, by Joel Adas

I truly enjoyed reading Yoga for Artists. As a painter who has practiced yoga in the past, it spoke to me on many levels. With an economy of words and simple but eloquent illustrations, Peter Ferko outlined what a thoughtful, individualized yoga practice might be. The fact that it is more than a workout or a routine but rather a complete practice tailored uniquely to each person was a revelation to me. As a result of reading “Yoga For Artists”, I am strongly considering searching for a teacher who embodies many of the wonderful attributes to be found in this book.

Incarnation, review by Anya Szykitka

What do an actor, a writer, a journalist, and a computer programmer have in common? And what are they doing in Washington, D.C., in the year 2038? Or in India in 1992? Or in Brooklyn in 1939? This lively novel by Peter Ferko follows the four main characters as they traverse time and place, creating alternate futures for themselves, each other, and society. We know that the smallest action (or thought) can have huge consequences—but do we really know it? Incarnation deals with all the “big” issues—desire, work, politics, creativity, and, ultimately, life and death–but it’s threaded with huge doses of humor, compassion, and optimism. Enjoy the ride!

The first reviews of Incarnation are in!

I was excited to get some initial feedback from readers. You can get your copy here or wherever you buy e-books!

“I laughed out loud … I teared up … It’s just great”

“The language sparkles in that section …”

“… readable and though provoking.”

Quote from the Kularnava Tantra

From the Kularnava Tantra, as translated by Arthur Avalon.

Yoga is the main process. The Tantra seeks to weave it into every detail of life, give a different meaning to each of man’s activities by making all of them means for the effectuation and expression of the inner yoga of progression from the human into the divine.

This beautiful passage summarizes Tantra yoga, the transformation of one’s experience of life, pervaded with Consciousness that we alternately feel as individual and transcendent.

Incarnation (another sneak preview)

Here’s another little taste of my upcoming book (which is being copy edited as we speak!). Enjoy:

~ India, 1988 ~

A seventeen-year-old with a shock of black hair sat with his schoolmates in the sun facing his guru. The Indian sun beat down on the boys, and they shifted restlessly on their blankets.

Krishna Anand ran his hand pointlessly over his incorrigible hair and looked intently at the guru. His teacher was talking about something that the boy thought might actually be useful for a change; something that might help in his ruminations about staying in Tumkur to be near the object of his teen obsession: the girl Kamalita. Krishna’s and his fellow students’ circumstances were about to change as they approached the final days of their Gurukula, the traditional Hindu education that gives students a foundation in philosophy and an attitude toward living honorably out in the world. Soon they would leave school and move on toward adulthood and worldly pursuits. Continue reading “Incarnation (another sneak preview)”

Favorite Love Songs

I am just finishing the second draft of a new novel that has the theme of classic love songs running through it. Do you have a favorite? Put it in the comment section below, and if I use it, I’ll credit you in the book!

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Incarnation (a sneak peak!)

Here’s a little taste of my upcoming book (which I’m planning to have ready in September!). Enjoy:

Incarnation (excerpt)

Lucy’s grandfather, Vladimir Lubczyk, was a Ukranian who had fled from ever-decaying conditions in Stalin’s USSR to nearly as bad conditions in Mussolini’s Italy. The year he spent in a small port town on the Adriatic provided him two valuable assets: a passable knowledge of Italian and connections with people who had connections in America. He made his way to Carroll Gardens, Brooklyn in 1939 with two buddies who worked the docks with him; they were slipping out just before the realities of war began spreading beyond Italy’s urban areas.

Vlad’s Italian, albeit with an accent, and his paisan’ traveling buddies granted him welcome in the tightly knit Italian immigrant longshoreman community that served Brooklyn’s bustling docks. He met his boss-to-be over grappa at Francesco Trattoria the weekend he arrived in town and impressed him by drinking half the regulars under the table. That Monday, Vlad was unloading raw materials from an African freighter for nearby parts manufacturers. Continue reading “Incarnation (a sneak peak!)”