Memories of my month in India this time last year~
Can’t wait to go back but also so grateful to that journey for the shift that took place… for the silence and time “alone” (Yet, never alone!) that spoke to me and inspired true and deep healing, growth & transformation.
Realising that when I left, I could find a way to take my piece (peace) of India with me and keep it forever ~ Feed it and nurture it and expand on it ~ was the key!
It started with the commitment to myself to keep up the daily ritual to make fresh masala chai every morning. Just as I learnt to in Pushkar, with the traditional pestle and mortar I bought there. Bashing together fresh ginger, black pepper, cardomen pods, cloves (And my added Western flavour, cinnamon sticks) and boil away with strong black tea, milk & lots of sugar.
This daily practice was sacred to me at the time. It reconnected me to a feeling, to a state of being, a presence, a mindfulness that I’d started to experience in India.
Realising that when I came home, I could find a way to build on the internal and spiritual work that started in India is what somehow led me to the Art of Living Organisation. And become a part of a group of beautiful humans who are also on the path of spiritual growth and expansion. My Monday group Kriya (mediation) is what centres and sets me up for my week.
I’ve recently started practicing Vinyasa yoga twice to three times a week and after a strenuous practice where mind, body and spirit merge into a central light, quietness and joy come so naturally. I spend at least an extra 7-10 minutes seated in stillness on my matt relishing in this glorious state of being and awareness.
Thank you India for really cementing this in me.
I never really knew why I had this INNER pull and longing to visit you for so many years… but *courage* is a love affair with The Unknown.
• Let yourself be silently drawn by the strange pull of the things you really love • It will not lead you astray•
That I know for sure!
A year ago, things hadn’t gone exactly as planned. In fact, ‘the plan’ crashed and burned in the most spectacular display of chainsmoking, shaking, shock and disbelief. And after an almost unhealthy dose of tears and disappointment for the loss of a fantasy, for the humiliation of having even taken such a blind risk for ‘love’, for having to face the failure. I remember repeatedly saying to myself “it’s just such bad timing!” (Right before my India trip!)
When I verbalised to a dear friend via a sobby WhatsApp message on the train to Heathrow, she responded with,
“Maybe the timing IS RIGHT”
And the penny dropped. The timing WAS right.
The heartbroken setback propelled me into the most glorious spiritual comeback.
I doubted “the process” of this journey. Because YES! the heart needs a moment to just FEEL it all. The highs and the lows… But I’ll never doubt it again. It couldn’t have happened in any other combination or string of events.
A year ago today, when I thought it had all fallen apart ~ it was in fact a massive turning point, the dramatic climax that every incredible narrative must have before resolution begins.
I remember posting the following words on Facebook as I checked-in to my London-Dehli flight. This narration from an India-based movie that moved me sooo deeply, that I cried through and scribbled down many years beforehand.
This collection of truths at some point had sung out to me in one way or another. And on this day, a year ago I knew a tremendous shift was happening. I knew this because each and every line was relevant to me at that moment in time.
The penny settled onto the Heathrow INTERNATIONAL terminal floor:
The only real failure is the failure to try.
And the measure of success is how we cope with disappointment. As we always must. All of us, in our different ways.
We get up every morning, we do our best. Nothing else matters.
But it’s also true that the person who risks nothing, does nothing; has nothing.
All we know about the future is that it will be different. But, perhaps what we fear is that it will be the same.
So, we must celebrate the changes.
Because, as someone once said,
“Everything will be all right in the end. And if it’s not all right, then trust me, it’s not yet the end.”
~ The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel.
The heart knows the answer. And I trust it.
When the heart isn’t clear. The soul’s knowing will eventually shine through. I trust that.
And the Universe has a plan. I trust it.
Hello? Were you even listening to my story?
Of course I was.
Well… You didn’t say anything.
WELL… I was absorbing & processing what you just told me…
But that was a pretty loaded question: Were you EVEN listening?
It wasn’t loaded.
It was insinuating that I don’t listen to you. When do I ever not listen to you? I was remembering the last time you mentioned “this topic” and recalling what you had said about “this topic” and then thought how it connects to what you just said about “this topic” so that’s why I didn’t respond instantaneously.
You seem to be forgetting who I am. I’m not your ex who never listened to you. I’m not the girl who ignored you, underappreciated and undervalued your worth and your words.
So please, next time, BEFORE you revert to a defensive automated response, remember who you’ve grown to know as ME.
And don’t insult me by assuming I’m the one who came before, that just shows up your insecurities.
Cause I’m not that girl and I’ve never been that girl to you ~ so don’t be like all those other guys who came before you, who were left shocked and dismayed when I walked away from them … for thinking that I suddenly dropped my pride when I started falling in love.
I’m proud of who I am and I’m proud of my heart and I’ll be damned to be confused with your ex-unsatisfying-and-unsuccessful relationship.
Yes ~ I am always listening…
But it seems YOU haven’t been.
One-day I want kids
And I want those kids to have a dad who’s their hero
I want him to be my hero too
Not in the sense of needing to be saved in any way
But wanting someone who always would be able to
And ultimately someone who is looked up to, adored and trusted completely
One-day I do want kids
And I want them to have parents who are so in love with eachother they say it’s gross but on the inside feel such security and love
I want mother’s day and father’s day to be celebrated equally.
I want to celebrate that I created a family and chose for my babies, the best dad.
I want nothing less than that.
A hero or nothing at all.
Universe hear me.
It’s been a pretty universal “go to” phrase for about 2 years now. When things go wrong, when we are confronted with harsh realities or impressions we don’t want to face. When we want to climb over and sneak around an issue ~ the advice we are given and even, often, try giving ourselves & others is “let it go”
Oh… just let it go.
Sounds simple to some ~ impossible to others but in my personal and witnessed experience, completely ineffective & therefore, self-defeating.
We’ve got it all wrong.
Let it go ~ How one’s meant to do this has always boggled my mind. I mean, surely if I had the choice of something affecting me mentally, emotionally, subconsciously I would choose for it not to. If we were robots we would of course push the OFF button. It’s neither choice nor mechanical programming which allows us to release what no longer served us.
We’ve got it all kinds of wrong.
Magically detaching from something that’s hurt, dissapointed, angered or broken you isn’t an option.
Asking yourself or advising someone to simply let this go is a recipe for resistance and frustration… and, well, failure.
What you resist, persists.
What you fight off or suppress ultimately comes back with gathered momentum and avengence. You can’t let something go that’s holding onto YOU in return.
Where did this wisely-stupidly-ill-informed phrase come from?
Fear. We fear going there. We fear sitting with unpleasant feelings and an unsettled mind. We think that if we talk ourselves or others into LETTING something GO it will ease up. When what we actually need to be told is to go through it.
Let it be.
A simple change of verb.
Let it be.
Don’t be scared to process what you’re struggling with.
Yes … I do understand that sounds like a scarier method but if you realise that everything is temporary, everything is always changing, you’ll recognise that owning where you are and allowing yourself to be there, knowing it won’t always be this way, that it will pass through you ~ that’s a release in itself. You won’t feel this way forever.
Unless you resist it.
This goes for everything. Your joys and sorrows. Practising the art of stillness when we want to race through our suffering and pop up on the other other side, ideally, unscathed.
This is the journey of our souls growth and development. It takes us down as well as up, demands that we face, even embrace, pain and darkness as well as joy and light.
LETTING IT BE trains us to use whatever comes up and wherever we find ourselves as occasions for inquiry, for opening, for growing in strength and wisdom, and for walking (not running or dodging) our own path.
Like a butterfly landing on your hand,… how long will it stay? No one knows. But you know it will lift off when it’s ready, when it’s given you the message it needed to give you and when you’ve opened up to receive it.
What you do know is that it’ll be gone before you know it.
So, for now ~ Appreciate this moment for whatever it is and…
Let it be.