Throughout our life we are on a constant quest - a quest for a harbinger of hope. It comes in different forms at different stages of life - but we are on that quest - almost always. The realization that “I am my harbinger of hope” is a powerful one - the key is to be able to stay with it.
Author: KapilaM
My Healing Sanctuary
Imagine having a place in life - Where if you go, you know you will come out a better human being from what you were before. Where if you go, you know you will get pure and unconditional love and care. Where you know, if you go, you will be healed from whatever it is that is bothering you. Where you know, if you go, you will get a direction to move forward, to grow and to broaden your horizon. Where you know, if you go, you can actually bare your soul and not get judged.
Warli Art – A chance encounter that (re)shaped my views about creative pursuits
“I am not a creative person” is an oxymoron. Swami Vivekananda has said: ‘Expansion is life, contraction is death’. As long as we are alive - we are all energy emanating beings, and have that energy at our disposal. That is a fact. Many of us have found ways to channel that energy and few are searching still. That is all there is to it!
Hallelujah Life
We are all students in the school of life, each one having a question paper from a different set. Our question papers are set according to the skills that need to be nurtured within each of us individually. This sets the tune of our life. Whatever tune life plays, we ought to face the music. There is no choice. We will hence best serve ourselves, by going with the flow and by accepting life with loving kindness towards ourselves.
Route re-calculating….
What if our life also had a GPS device, with the Favorite “Go Home” pre-set in it? We wouldn’t have to worry about what route a.k.a. decisions to take, since the path for us would already have been set! Worst case, even if we take a wrong decision / turn, it would automatically do … Continue reading Route re-calculating….
Coffee particle and me
1:30 P.M. in the afternoon. Something is different today... My ears, with amazing ease decipher the various sounds coming out of a cacophony. The long and familiar horn of trans-Yamuna train, the factory hooter signalling the lunch time for workers, the shriek of carpenters wheel, continuous barking of street dogs, sound of swift winds and … Continue reading Coffee particle and me
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