(This blog is in continuation of On My Nani's Passing) I never knew how I would really feel after someone emotionally close to me died because I had not experienced this in my 27+ years of life. Now that the seal has been broken, there's much going on at the mental and emotional level. Questions …
Observe. Reflect. Breathe. Live.
Life is like waves, things go and things come….sounds like as if I am writing this from middle of a beach holiday, no? I would have loved that….what a thought! Probably, deep within, I am longing for one such holiday, just to listen to the gurgle as waves after waves keep crashing on the shore, …
Concerning Creativity
I have an increasing concern with how we use the word creative. Creativity is not taking our repetitive conditioning and modifying it slightly to get some attention. That is what the form of it is in modern times. Most 'artists' get a big stance in the headlines out of doing something that is disturbing or …
Music and Healing. Or Waiting for the Miracle…
There are tunes that stay in our minds for a long time. It was Leonard Cohen’s: ‘Waiting for the Miracle to Come’ that stayed with me for days….Music can make us happy or sad, can bring peace, tranquility or relaxation or can even protect our mind from negative influences. During my bad times I came …
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Be Soft, Go for the Matador
“Be soft with your practice. Think of method as a fine silvery stream, not a raging waterfall. It'll go meandering here, and trickling there. It'll find the grooves, the cracks, and the crevices. Just follow it, never let it out of your sight, and it will take you.” - Shen Yen If the bull went for …
On My Nani’s Passing
My nani (maternal grandmother) passed away around this time last week, i.e. Thursday, September 18th afternoon, however we did not take her off life-support until 24 hours after, which only gave the illusion of her still being there. It was a collective decision to wait until other family members arrived so that her last breath …
Next Time You Miss the Bus
It landed on my soul’s sunlit altar like a singing telegram, a complete and precise little package of wisdom: “It’s okay to stop looking.” I instantly felt lighter. It was easier to breathe. Last Saturday I bought a round trip bus ticket to NYC, leaving in my bank account fewer bucks than could possibly string …
Blast from the past (contd…)
Continuing to talk about 'Blast from the Past' from my last post, here's one I wrote way back in Novemeber'2008 just after my first Vipassna experience. Original post is here via Nomadic Monologue. Blissful and High Its sheer bliss, truly! Picture this: 3000 meters above sea level, 0-5 degC, amidst tall pine trees, monks and …
The Gate to Interior Castle. My Walking and Meditation in Pokhara.
The Himalayas are often connected with saints and sanyasis who spend their life in meditation. I see the Himalayas as a symbol of immense beauty, vast silence and the never ending inner struggle for overcoming our own personal boundaries. This year I sat a 10-day Vipassana course in a small meditation centre in Pokhara, Nepal. …
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This I Believe…
I believe in being a loving person. In cultivating my capacity for unconditional love and living each day with the primary goal of being loving and compassionate in every action, in every word, thought, and moment. For most of my life, I believed the end game was ‘doing one’s best’ and working to achieve a …
Living Vipassana 