Spirituality + Intentional living + Conscious Motherhood
Taken on shivarathri 2016.
My mother taught me to pray the best way that someone can teach anyone to pray. Prayer is the silent language of Indian Spirituality that everybody speaks in temples. But I didn’t know the words.
From the outside, prayers in temples looked like eyes closed, palms together at the chest, a secret communion with God. Sometimes teardrops, sometimes bought to your knees. But what was going on inside? I had no idea.
What exactly is spirituality? I define spirituality as your relationship with your internal self, that is – your relationship with everything that goes on within you.
Sometimes we can make the mistake of spending 20 minutes in meditation and calling it “spiritual”, and then go about the rest of the day where nothing is spiritual.
We feel that from 9-5 we are trapped in the unspiritual reality of real life and responsibilities. And then when we get home, we may sculpt out 30 minutes of our evening for some attempt at “mindfulness.”
But spirituality is not something you do when you are home from work and then feel like a terror or act like a terror for the rest of your day.
Hi beautiful people.
I’m starting a new small series on the topic of Breaking Karmic cycles. This series contains 3 parts.
The past: A story we love to tell. Or a story we love to hate. Either way, as long as we keep digging into our past, we’re stuck. Because life doesn’t happen in the past. Life happens now.
Why is our past so mesmerizing? Why does it draw us in with so much magnetism?
Continue reading “The past is the past is the past: How to move on from your past”
The night before the wedding we have a party at my grandparents home. It is a chance for me to receive blessings from all our relatives and close family members. My grandfather is a strong, wise man who adores all his grandchildren. He asked me “What would make the party special for you?” and I said “lights.”
When I stepped outside after getting ready, I felt like I had walked into a magical world, a fairytale garden. The warm indian breeze, the inky blue night sky, the starlight and fairy lights, the emerald green reflecting off the trees.
Continue reading “The Wedding Series: In the garden of lights”