By Janet Huntsman Originally, I was not planning on writing a tribute to Michio, but I now felt it was time to fulfill a request that he had asked of me many years ago. At that time, I had started to tell him of an experience I had which related to him, but I didn’t […]

By Marshall Ballou Years ago, when I was working at the Kushi Institute in administration, I had an interesting experience with Michio. I have always had a telepathic relationship with him. While participating in the Spiritual Seminars I would send him a cup of tea while he was lecturing—and felt other personal messages from him.

By Ginat Rice Michio once gave a cooking class in Level IV. He brought me up to be his assistant. He brought the water to a boil and added the udon. Then he stood there and watched it boil. That was it. That was the lesson. He didn’t stir, he didn’t tap his foot, he

By Carolyn Goldwasser In 1971, when I was a barefoot hippy, I went to live on Goat Island, in Puget Sound, near La Conner; it was summer, I had been studying Zen Macrobiotics and traveling, talking with people and communing with Nature. Wes had been camping on Goat Island for a while, with his three-year-old son Randy and their big dog, Snoopy, living mainly on brown rice. “Simplicity is Bliss” was the slogan he had written on the cement wall of

By John Stevens I first met Michio and Aveline in 1988 when I was invited to live in their home in Brookline. I was recommended to them by Aveline’s niece, Mariko, who I had met at Becket while I was in the work-study program there. I got to Becket by answering an ad in the East

By Drusilla Graham Such a wonderful, special tribute to Michio . . . Tears and laughter. I learned so much from each of the speakers about Michio, making me all the more grateful for having had the benefit of his teachings and energy.   I remember going to Becket and talking with someone about the fact

By Megan O’Connor There is something magical about the Mini Conference and the tributes to Michio, and until today, I could not put my finger on what it is. Mainly, it is the honesty and love that the presenters expressed as they shared their stories, life and experiences. I’m just amazed.  It reminded me of the

By Pat Davis In 1975 I was attending one of Michio’s regular lectures at the East-West Center in downtown Boston. The topic that night was “seeing our ancestors.” At one point we were asked to pair off and try out the techniques that Michio had demonstrated. Specifically, we were to observe various aspects of the