These days my role is clear. Carrying the wisdom of that challenging and deep experience forward, as I continue to walk The Path, refining the defined. Peeling the layers back. Going deeper. Becoming more expansive. What else is there to do really? … More The Wisdom of Grief: 3 Years Later
We all have a place we can journey to – be it physical, heartful – and/or in the spirit realm. A place where we Be. Where we wait, still – quiet. Stewing. Unassumingly anticipating what eventually reaches the surface. A ripeness. That we can really drop into. With time and spaciousness. This dissection. A process of unravelling. And we work with it. So that it may ultimately, burn up. And dissolve. In the fire of wisdom. … More Arunachala Shiva: Where I Burn, In the Fire of Wisdom
Learning a few lines of Hindi will go a long way in Mother India. You build cultural connections with the country you happen to be a guest in. They will no doubt respect you more for it. And even find it charming. You experience a deeper layer of the culture as you are able to join in some friendly and inquisitive chitchat with the locals, and also tune into the conversations happening around you as you flow through the profusion of endless colours, sights, smells and sounds of this spirited nation. It’s also a good way to get better deals when shopping in the markets, and the locals are generally more receptive to you overall. Actually it brings them joy and delight when you greet them in their language. And how sweet it is — such an eloquent language. … More A Crash Course in Hindi: Getting By in India
My parents are traditional Brahmins from Northern India. They immigrated to Canada and birthed and raised their five children there. Four daughters and a son. (Oh, the burden within a largely patriarchal Indian society!) I am the last born of this particular parade, and the only one who happened to be given a western name, after the first four were given traditional Sanskrit names. The funny thing is that I am the only one that is connected to their tradition on a spirit level. … More My Name Journey: An Indian Woman with a Western Name, Returned
As soon as the plane touched down on this profound and expansive part of Mother Earth, I felt a sense of being home. … More 9 Reasons Why it’s SO VERY WONDERFUL to be back in Mother India!
According to folklore, Rose Quartz was formed when Adonis, lover of the Greek (and Roman) goddess Aphrodite, was confronted by Ares, god of war, in the form of a boar. When Aphrodite hurried to protect him she got entangled on a briar bush, and mixed her blood stain the white Quartz pink. … More Rose Quartz: Stone of the Heart
Naturally I have learned a great amount from my travels here over the past 15 years, and I certainly observe in myself that I know more now than when I first began to journey here solo in my early 20s. Here I share with you a few wise tips I’ve picked up along the way, that I wish I knew back then. I hope you will find them helpful in planning your journey to Mother India as you activate what will likely be an incredibly enriching and life-changing journey ahead! May your time there be easeful, deep and expansive. … More 12 Things I Wish I knew Before Travelling to India
We are seemingly born from our mother’s womb. She is our first caretaker, our first teacher. Our first human contact. Our first connection. First binding experience. First presence. Our first authority. Mother knows best, as they say. … More The Mother Archetype: Biological to Divine
Amid enjoying the bliss and silence of the morning in this most sacred and serene space — suddenly we spotted a brown monkey take off with a woman’s plastic bag filled with what looked to be some offerings for the temple. We did not think anything of it, as this is a typical occurrence in Mother India. But what happened next, we could not have imagined!
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Two years. Blows my mind. Oh, what is time – really? Yet it seems to be experienced so very potently in this moment. It seems like she was around so long ago. Yet only two years back. Yet already two years. 730 motherless days. 730 days with a silent mother. 730 days with the Divine … More The Wisdom of Grief: Two Years Later