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lost my elder brother to addiction. An intelligent successful person. Even when his body was broken down he would subject hiself to it. 'Cheating' uopn himself. His body was fighting the addictiion and must have been screaming at hi to 'Stop'/ But the mind was gripped, a slave to it. Saw the vacant look in his eyes during the last few breaths. The 'I' was shinning forth in all innocence.

If a question receives an answer..the question 'Dies' because the same question in another time will receive or have another answer. Question is ONE answers are MANY. They need validation. It is the function of the intellect. Is blunt. Learning stops with answers
Response is in the NOW. Needs intelligence....not intellect.. Response is infused with tenderness. Encourages learning...discovery.

Namaste....
William Deresiewicz should have done a muti-cultural study. I speak for us mothers in India. Over generations we as a race have beenmulti-taskersand every task done to its best.
I can speak for my self...am in the winters of my life and every single day has been multi- tasking. Cognitive abilities were at its optimum. There was focus on each of the tasks...while the attention was on one task it was completely there. Then when it shifted to another , may be in a couple of seconds, attention was there...focus shifted but attention was there. How else could I have catered to the individual taste buds of a large demanding joint family and rushed to school for I was an educator. Also looking into the needs of a growing child. Even now looking back i can say for sure that every task was done with great efficiency. reminiscing, there are no regrets. My memory is fantastic... and am still in the midst of young adults, working with and for them.
This is my experience. I learnt how to think...each task taught me just that. 

Am in deep reflection because i have and i am continuously being thrown out of my nest. But I was and continue to be reactive and not responding. I have cribbed, ranted and resisted and considered myself to be an unfortunate being. The chosen one to be put through the test of fire.
Pema Chodren's words come as fragrance. I could have been fully alive but i then thought i was gong through death. Here is yet another opportunity for me to be fully alive. I shall embrace being thrown out of the nest because I want to live life in all its glory. Thank you for this fresh teaching.

I BELIEVE am here by choice and not by chance. From then on every choice i make is to fulfill my purpose for being on Earth plane. Choices give me ample scope to form my own beliefs, my own moral code. My parenting, environmental influences, education and society have every limited access into my 'Inside'. Who I want to be-inspite of,because of the above said, I decide. I sculpt and chip away all that is not me. Hopefully in this life time I reveal to me my glorious Divine self.. Let me share an incident that I participated in: It was a rainy day, very late iin to the night. Was standing at a bus stop waiting for some mode of transport. It is an auto stand too. Most of the drivers belonged to a particular minority religious community.They are looked at withsuspicion by thelarge majority. I went up to one of the auto's and asked if he would take me to my destination. It was evident that I did not belong to his religion by the looks of me. He asked me if I was not afraid to be ferriedby him in such an inclement weather. I replied in the negative. He definitely looked impoverished as most of them did. It was pouring cats and dogs and we chatted. I questioned himon hisinquiry of his previous statement. He replied that it was how his community was looked at due to stray incidents reported by the media. We reached my destination. He charged me Rs 100. I handed the fare, thanked him and entered my home. Little did I realize that in the dark I had handed him Rs 500. After a lapse of nearly ten days I happened tobe at the same stop. This young chap, whom i had for gotten by then,walked up to me and introduced himself. Told me that on our previous ride I had paid him lots more by mistake . He handed the extra cash back to me. Here was light amidst confusion, fear, suspicion, doubt and a myriad other base heavy emotions. I had made a choice to ride with him. He made his choice to return what did not right fully belong to him. There is only goodness every where. It ... [View Full Comment] I BELIEVE am here by choice and not by chance. From then on every choice i make is to fulfill my purpose for being on Earth plane. Choices give me ample scope to form my own beliefs, my own moral code. My parenting, environmental influences, education and society have every limited access into my 'Inside'. Who I want to be-inspite of,because of the above said, I decide. I sculpt and chip away all that is not me. Hopefully in this life time I reveal to me my glorious Divine self..
Let me share an incident that I participated in: It was a rainy day, very late iin to the night. Was standing at a bus stop waiting for some mode of transport. It is an auto stand too. Most of the drivers belonged to a particular minority religious community.They are looked at withsuspicion by thelarge majority.
I went up to one of the auto's and asked if he would take me to my destination. It was evident that I did not belong to his religion by the looks of me. He asked me if I was not afraid to be ferriedby him in such an inclement weather. I replied in the negative. He definitely looked impoverished as most of them did.
It was pouring cats and dogs and we chatted. I questioned himon hisinquiry of his previous statement. He replied that it was how his community was looked at due to stray incidents reported by the media. We reached my destination. He charged me Rs 100. I handed the fare, thanked him and entered my home.
Little did I realize that in the dark I had handed him Rs 500. After a lapse of nearly ten days I happened tobe at the same stop. This young chap, whom i had for gotten by then,walked up to me and introduced himself. Told me that on our previous ride I had paid him lots more by mistake . He handed the extra cash back to me.
Here was light amidst confusion, fear, suspicion, doubt and a myriad other base heavy emotions. I had made a choice to ride with him. He made his choice to return what did not right fully belong to him. There is only goodness every where. It is eachof our lenses that requires constant cleaning. Choice of viewing the worldwith myopicvision or otherwise is a choice I have as much as we all do!

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We have chosen to occupythis physical body- which is born and hence has to 'Die'. We have chosen to be in this world of polarity.
At a personal level, I am eternally grateful to the times I do not have a migraine headache because I have experienced one. i am able to empathize with those who get a head ache. What if I have never experienced one? All the so called negative states we go through- loss, pain, disease....makes us sensitive, appreciative and ever grateful. Without a sunset how could I eulogize a sunrise? Negative and positive together creates light. when we are light beings both need to co-exist. Each adds value to the other. fake gold is shunned because i know the luster of real gold.It is the fake gold that adds value to real Gold.

Choices a plenty. Constantly we are bombarded with making choices. Sometimes its difficult, most often it is confusing andrarely easy. Choice between 'this or that'. We are not familiar because we have not been woken up to the truth that it does not have to be between this or that but a third option. Beyond this or that there is 'My Way' as an option. Why not my way? This can remain as a question. The answer lies within the person. The truth is that a question always arises from an answer. No answer, no question. Most often answers appear through the process of Osmosis. We need to allow the question to rest and grow in the warmth of the answer. Then the answer appears when you are ready to receive it. The question disappears. The answer was always within you. At the necessitated time it makes it's appearance.
Life is not a question. life is an answer to it's desire, excitement and need to celebrate the created.
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As a professional counselor I have experienced the impact of the different styles of listening that I extend to those who seek me out professionally and seen their impact. They left me souless. After the session I felt empty, untouched. I woke up to the impact and over the years went through immense spiritual lessons and guidance to start listening to myself. I turned empathetic to my own needs. I began to impact me.
This became my pattern of listening towards my clients too. I give my whole self and listen to them. There is no 'Me' and 'Them'. It is only me. Devoid of all clutter in the head. I listen with my whole being.
The result is that they too feel that. Healing happens. we have connected sou to soul. In one field of consciousness interaction has happened.Client and Counselor disappeared. It was Being to Being.

I am not able to intellectualizethis for this is ME from as a child. I was ridiculed for this 'EXPANDED HEART. Now that I read Tenzin Palmo-a wise one I in all practicality admit that ' A Heart of warmth is possible'
It is not a 'heard work' but a being of the 'Heart State'.

It has been a cerebral exercise...like the many we go through once you chose to tread the spiritual; path. To do away with...to lose my identity....where my 'Ego' ceases to exist ... i have to regress to my infancy or ascend to 'Buddha hood'. Until then i exist because i have taken a form and been given a name. The poem inspires me....am far from it. 

One of the gentlest piece of writing. Arouses such warmth within. To know that each of us is a unique, special song...with our own rhythm. How can I then dismiss any one. Do I give up a song for another? Every song has a place. It is I who needs to learn to sing the song at the right time. A chance for me to be in tune.


From: ambika 

Every morning before i open my eyes to the day, i consecrate the day to my highest self. The rest of the day flows.....every moment with my master's name on my lips. When my eyes close for the day i just say" Thank you Sai for this beautiful day". A lot of stuff happens during the day. The good, the bad and the ugly. Each moment with HIS name on my lips.
After reading the article i get it that my days have been in gratitude. Reading this article...assimilating the truth and being able to respond... is this not a miracle ? This is a wake up realization.

 God i am doing it every day all the way! Am so blessed that I'm in the midst of 18- 25 year old every wking moment. I am shouting from my heart and I can see the transformation happening.

Every bit of me would have loved to be just that. I have dreamed of it visualised it but never ever got to being "a  roar........throat". Have not even succeeded in being a 'meawo'  in a cat's throat. May be my last breath will leave me in a roar......though I have lived a kitty's life I shall die a lion. " In death she was courages" shall read my epitaph.

 I break my own heart many a time with self defeating thoughts. It heals and mends as fast as I break it when there is a space such as this where I can express myself and not be judged. Bless his space. 

It sends my heart quivering when I consult a doctor and he says its related to 'OLD AGE'. So therfore I'm doomed to undergo pain with no relief? So therefore getting me into a painless state is of no significance? If they think I shall suffer- they have got me wrong. I choose to not suffer.. Pain is inevitable. Suffering is optional.