The Tapestry of my Life
As I meditate, I realize my life isn’t a neatly woven tapestry, crafted over 51 years to tell a cohesive story. Instead, it feels like a quilt—an eclectic collection of mismatched fabrics, each piece sewn together spontaneously rather than by careful design. (Yet i am aware there is a designer behind this so called disorder). It’s a piece of art born from so called chaos, each square telling its own story. Some pieces are rough in texture and wild in color, while others are soft, silky, and smooth, with gentle hues and prints that hold their own magic in the small chaos they contain. The shapes don’t always align perfectly, yet somehow, they all fit together. Who would even attempt to stitch these pieces together…………
Equanimity
People are scrambling for a sense of identity now that a government has been elected that feels fascist and power-hungry. Even those who voted for such a leader are simply calling to be heard—their vote springs from a place of not being seen. Their response becomes extreme, hoping their needs will finally be met. It’s time to turn inward, to stop leaning on leaders and false gurus as our guides. We are all being asked to question our own values and principles, especially when leaders and the masses begin to undermine fundamental values like equality. When this happens, leaders create policies that have the potential to harm so many.
Interconnectedness
Everything is interconnected and has a relationship with each other and with the source—Divinity. Energy and the energetic are one but different. We live in this world with a separatist mentality, seeing everything as separate from each other, with separate functions or purposes. Things and people seem to serve separately, and relationships revolve around the center of our desires, cravings, and dislikes. Yet, if we change our vision and explore the idea of the interconnectedness of everything, we begin to see how energy takes on different forms…….
The Woman Warrior
A warrior shakti moves through me—a force ignited by a fight for justice, equality, and values that are woven into my being. This vira, or warrior shakti, can only be born from deep compassion and a re-evaluation of truth. It is then that one becomes empowered with resilience and the discernment to distinguish mindful, righteous action from harm.
God’s Waiting Room
God’s silence can feel bewildering, like sitting in a waiting room, unsure of the doctor’s diagnosis or waiting for test results. This silence confuses the mind, stirring up endless questions: What if this? What if that? Clarity feels out of reach.
Sometimes, we find ourselves in God’s waiting room, uncertain of the next step, waiting for a sign that may not come for weeks, months, or even years.
Shifting sand
We are all looking for stability. How much stability can we really attain when the nature of this world is always changing and therefore stability is never long lasting. It’s like building a sand castle in the sand, a child has joy in building the sand castle , all the details matter, the wall of the castle, the mote around the castle, the size and shape , and the child gets so absorbed in the castle growing and getting bigger, yet they are aware the wave will soon come in and wash the castle away.
Self Manifestation & God’s Grace
The notion of self-manifestation is an intriguing one. The Law of Attraction, The Secret, and the power of positive thinking all emphasize the belief that we can manifest our dreams by aligning our thoughts with the universe. What we think and feel, we eventually act upon—we will into existence a thought, aspiration, or desire, it takes root in the heart, gains momentum in the mind, and shapes our reality. The pull of the heart becomes so strong that the body and mind enact the belief, whether consciously or unconsciously.
Grief
To grieve is a powerful form of transformation. It is the process of letting go and offers valuable insight into events that may have happened in the past. Like leaves falling from a tree, making the tree bare, our tears of grief strip us of false identities, ideals, and attachments. The bare branches allow us to see the truth. Feelings of vulnerability arise when the gentle breeze of grief comes to shed our leaves of attachment. The sense of loss—the discomfort of being emotionally naked—can be equally alarming. Nakedness reveals our core self, our true quest…..
Samskara / Imprinting
Behavioral patterns—narratives formulated from lived experience—become solidified through present-day actions and identifications. Samskaras are like lines etched in one’s palm: a map of the past, present, that continue to create indentations of the future. The alignment of the stars, the influence of the planets, the movements of the cosmos, and the elemental forces of nature—all these converge to shape our tendencies and the stories we carry about ourselves.Why does one person tend toward anxiety or depression? Why is one driven by emotion, while another leans into logic and reason? ………..
Call to Action
DC does not feel like home right now. With armed soldiers walking the streets and my neighbors under threat from ICE, this country—supposed to stand for liberty and freedom—feels unrecognizable. What happened to the American ideals?
An energy of unrest and uncertainty prevails. A friend shared with me that her community has many Latino families. Each morning, small groups gather to walk neighborhood children to school, protecting them from ICE agents who hide out in alleys and parking lots.otion, while another leans into logic and reason? ………..
Power Of Emotions – The Concious She
In today’s society, the sacred feminine longs to be embodied. The world is in need of her qualities—intuition, compassion, receptivity, creativity, and deep presence—to bring balance to what is happening around us. Without these, we see the scales tip toward force, speed, and disconnection. The sacred feminine is the gentle yet powerful reminder that life is not only about striving and achieving, but also about listening, nurturing, and honoring the rhythms of the heart and the earth
Calmness in Chaos
Riding through the streets of Vrindavan on my bike, a sacred pilgrimage place in India, I laugh to myself. Dodging e-rickshaws, cars, bikes, dogs, monkeys, cows, and pigs, weaving in and out of the chaos, shouts of “Radha Radha” echo in the air as people yell at those ahead of them. Loudspeakers boom from the temples. Amidst all this, there’s a strange calm in the chaos. I think of my friend and how he worries about me riding through intersections in Georgetown. This ride is ten times more intense, yet somehow, I am still alive. I’m always surprised there aren’t more accidents. Not everyone’s nervous system can handle it here—the dirt, poverty, congestion—yet it’s mixed with a fervor to receive grace. It’s all about devotion in motion: rituals, prayers, and chanting. These polar opposites invite a surrender, a non-resistance that produces a flow state without effort.
