The way I see it

 I gazed above at the midnight skies, A million stars gazing back at me, From the deep darkness of my campsite. No division of constellations, Their countless numbers merging into a starry sea. What a magnificent sight it was, Behold the Star Goddess in all Her Glory! Now, back in the city lights, The dark heavens diluted to a gentle gray, Constellations marking their territory. I yearn for my Celestial Friends, Aware they still reside there, Gazing back at me. Do they still see me through all this noise? Perhaps they too long for me, Conscious of my own longing. We shall reunite, When I go back in nature's embrace, Then, we shall be ONE again...

 Most of us lead busy lives. We like it that way and yet we like to complain about it. I am one of those creatures, who rebelled against busyness and chose to experiment with slowing down of time. I had read abundantly about slowing down time and noticing things inside and outside you from the many spiritual books that I read, but never had I experimented with it this boldly - by taking ownership of my time with a career break.  The beauty of slow living is abundantly recorded in human history and I spoke about it in my earlier post. But what is it that happens when you slow down? The most significant thing that I noticed was the art of noticing itself! When you reduce the pace of your activities, you gain the opportunity to observe and truly pay attention to the present moment. What makes this appealing is that it allows you to notice even the smallest details. This attention is what liberates from the monotony of daily living. Is it not?  As life speeds up, it very quic...

For the past few days, I've been wrestling with a subtle undercurrent of anxiety that seems to linger through most of my waking hours. I've always been in tune with my sensations and emotions, so I found myself pondering the root cause of this unease, which wasn't immediately apparent. I decided to sit down at my writing table and delve into the truth of the matter. Why was I feeling anxious? Anxiety isn't a frequent visitor in my life. It's been nearly a year since I left my full-time job at Fender. I took that career break back in October last year. The recent release of the Fender ToneMaster Pro series led me to watch some marketing videos, which in turn, transported me back to the wonderful memories of working on products, followed by the satisfaction of watching the videos and reading the reviews. I was overwhelmed by nostalgia. I began to reflect on what I had lost and, conversely, what I might have gained during this hiatus. What I'd lost was quite eviden...

 I am Purple, a mix of red and blue. You can find me everywhere during Spring, the flower blossoms love to wear my color. I am a hue in the sky during sunsets, especially those magnificent AZ sunsets! I am the color of the liminal space, right before darkness completely takes over the space. I am a mix of red and blue, of passion and compassion, fire and water, anger and love. What do you get when you mix passion and compassion? You get purple - from passion and suffering comes compassion and from there emerges Love! Remember me, I am what comes to be when you go through passion and suffering in your quest to arrive at compassion. I am Purple, the bright beautiful color of Spring, of skies, of flowers, of sunsets, of dark monsoon skies and the border of a rainbow! I look good on your walls, on your dress and on your hat. I am in yams and some in blueberries and dark nourishing smoothies. I can brighten up any landscape on your canvas. I am Purple, a beautiful color on its own but w...

Yesterday was my 14 year Anniversary of joining Fender and I had a very emotional day. I woke up with that sadness in my heart. I felt the pain of separation from my work and colleagues who I loved so much. I cried for something that was lost. Everyone there must have moved on from me, naturally. However, I am still connected with them because I have not moved on to another job yet. I feel sad that they have forgotten me. I poured my heart into my work at Fender, I treated everything there as my own, like my family. And I developed attachment and expectations in return. Seeing people move on from those connections and attachments causes me pain. But this is the truth of life. Wherever you develop attachments, that is what will cause you pain. It is as simple as that. Once I see the truth, I cannot help but be grateful for these valuable lessons that life keeps teaching me at every opportune moment.  Life truly is beautiful if you cultivate the ability to see truth in everything tha...

Listen carefully, this is an Easter story, a Spring tale of an adopted duckling.  A little duckling was using all its energy to emerge out of its broken egg. As he took his first little steps out of his shell, he instinctively started looking for his mother. But the duck mother was nowhere to be found. The little duckling was lost without the protection of his mom. All he wanted was to follow the footsteps of his Mom. To his luck, there was a kind young girl sitting on a bench with her best friend, watching intently the struggle of this little duckling. As she started walking away from the creek, this little guy sensed the vibrations of her footsteps and something inside him made him follow her.  The little girl was surprised and confused. "Mom, he is following me everywhere. What do I do?", she asked her own mother. They both decided to let the little guy follow them to their house. They let him be in their backyard, waiting and watching every move of the new born baby. He f...

 A woman in her mid-forties, Trying to find her place in the world, She was lost as she knew not who she was. She read many books, Followed many Gurus, Went deep into scriptures, All to understand herself and her place in the world. In her desperation, she left her day job, Let go of her financial security, All in search of her own Truth. She watched so many videos, Read many articles, And listened sincerely to many a podcasts. She would change her viewpoint, her life based on those influential, borrowed thoughts. Until one day, she knew not who was talking through her, Was it herself or all the ghosts that she carried with her? No wonder she felt lost, Her life was not her own, But merely a second hand life. "Enough with all the noise, all the dos and donts!", she roared. "I want to become my own influencer, I want to hear my own voice, Understand what it wants, What are its desires, What excites it and rocks its world!" In all the noise of the world, Her own voice...