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What is your dharma and why can’t you find it?

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From time to time I receive e-mails from readers of this blog. I think that is a beautiful thing and I am humbled that you would share such intimate and beautiful aspects of your life with me. With that, I have noticed that there a couple of questions that resides in the hearts of many people!

One commonly asked question is about love and relationships. Should you stay or should you leave? Is it “spiritually okay” to leave? How do you generate the internal strength to stay and persevere in love?

The other commonly asked question is in regards to your dharma in life and how to discover it. I have gotten e-mails from so many people who are worried that they are talentless and without a calling in life. And that is what I want to talk about today.

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An adventure in Sintra, Portugal – In photographs (Part one)

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My friend Kat and I decided to go on adventure at the end of the semester. The first question was – where? My first choice was Bosnia and Herzegovina, as I had a very specific image in my heart of where I needed to be. But we eventually chose Portugal (Don’t worry B & H, you’re next!). I was craving nature, mountains, trees, green, grass and Kat loves the sunshine. Kat discovered the city of Sintra, about 45 minutes outside of Lisbon. I would like to share some (okay, a LOT) of photographs from our adventures in Portugal.

It’s mostly images, not so much writing. I think the photographs speak for themselves.

Have you been to Portugal before, or are there any readers who are from this gorgeous country?

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♥ Thank you!

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2 days ago the Freshly Pressed fairy had visited me over night, blessing me with my third Freshly Pressed blog post in 5 months. 3 in 5 months. I know. How does that even happen?

As aforementioned, my prior 2 FP’ed posts were photography posts, and though I was nothing short of grateful – it was my personal mission to be freshly pressed for my writing. This is really an honor.

I am overwhelmed with the stats over the last few days, with over 21,000 hits (rounded down, and still counting…) in just two days.

I want to just take a moment to thank everybody who shared my blog on twitter, facebook, wordpress, and stumbleupon – I trust that it will return to you multiplied- as all good things in life do, when you share it.

To everybody who *liked* and commented on my post, thank you for contributing to the expanding sense of positivity and community here.

To everybody who subscribed to my blog – thank you for supporting a hobby that genuinely brings me a lot of joy. I hope to give you something to make you stick around!

To everybody who wrote me some weird and wonderful e-mails, with the most lovely compliments about my blog, many interesting questions and conversations starters – I really appreciate it, read every single one, and I will try my very hardest to get back to all of you.

And to all my fellow nerds. I salute you. I didn’t realize there were so many of us out there.

Man, I could write a killer Oscar speech, don’t cha think?

Right now I am in Vancouver airport returning to Ireland for my second year of medical school. I love free wi-fi (what’s up with the lack of free wi-fi in europe?) and airport lay-over times are great free pockets in time to create some pretty spectacular blog posts. But I will refrain. I want to instead focus this blog post on my gratitude. And also because I’m kind of hungry and need to start hunting for food 😛 With all my new subscribers, this is kind of like beginning a new relationship together. You know, you don’t want to give away too much too soon. You don’t want to overwhelm anybody on a first date. But the 3rd and 4th date? That’s when you can let all your crazy hang out! I’m just playing with you guys.

Thank you. ♥

My weekend away with Marie in Donegal

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This is Marie and she is beautiful.

Marie pointed out that when you take “vacation pictures”, they are all pretty much pictures of you infront of stuff. So here is a picture of me infront of some stuff.

 

 

SHOTS ANYBODY?

 

 

 

 

 

I love her expression here. She’s such a cutie-patootie

 

lots of these stone type walls around here.

and stones on the ground.

 

Marie holding a dinosaur egg.

We found this little shrine on the beach. I thought it was pretty neat.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Ireland is beautiful

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Kylemore Abbey

Me and my castle. No big.

 

mr sheep.

 

sheep love.

The beautiful lake by the abbey.

 

 

ch ch chowder!

na-na-nachos!

This is me drinking my first ever Guinness ever (For those who don’t know, Guinness was created in Ireland). It was gross.

Home is where I am

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I have decided to do the unthinkable and not go onto facebook for a month! I’m worried for my health!

Haha. I’m kidding 🙂

I think facebook is a great place to connect with friends, if that’s really what you’re doing. I have nothing against facebook, but it just takes up too much of my time. Time that I could be using to do other things, like spend time with someone I love, study, cook, meditate.

But in all honesty, even though we say we use facebook to “keep in touch with friends”, I would argue that we only spend maybe 10% of our time online actively writing messages, responding to messages and commenting on things. The other 90% is whole heartedly dedicated to facebook creeping.

What a snoozefest!

2 hours in and you’re looking at wedding pictures of people you don’t know.

The entire album.

All 157 pictures.

Or you’re on your ex’s profile.

And you miss them.  a lot.

None of this is good!

I mean, I only got facebook last year sometime, but seriously. Life without facebook will be an interesting one.

I already feel like I have so much more time. And in addition to waking up at 7:00am every day, I wasn’t lying when it felt like my life was opening up.

This morning was a wonderful morning to be awake. I managed to drag my ass to bed just a little bit earilier than usual, and so I woke up with a smile on my face. I’m going 5 days strong. I just have to make it through this weekend!

 

I was thinking about home. And where home is. I was born in India, lived in England, lived in Canada, and I am now living in the Republic of Ireland.

Where do I belong?Where is my home? Which is my country? Who wants to claim me?

When people ask me where I am from, I literally don’t know what to say.

I usually say India because that’s where I was born as baby malavika.

But for a few moments, I didn’t know where home was, and I questioned this belief. And then I realized that home, to me, is not geography. It is not a country, or a city, or a place. It is not restricted by oceans or state lines or borders.

Home is where I am. Every time. Home is where I come alive. Home is where I am. Home is who I am being. Home is the part of my self that I am expressing in the truest and highest form.

I think that when I feel that home is somewhere else, and I am here – I feel homesick. I start missing things that aren’t there. But all this is, is that I am just missing myself. I’m missing the part of myself that feels realest to me. The highest form of myself.

And I hope you realize this.

I hope you see that you are everything you have ever been looking for.

And all those times you feel like you’re missing something, you’re just missing yourself.

And I hope you know that if you ever need to come home

You wouldn’t have far to go.