Of late I keep dreaming of a white bunglow with pink Bougainville arching its gate.
The gate opened to a lawn with a fragnant frangipani tree in one corner and wild roses covering the wall.
Strange that I should go back to that house even in my dreams.
I have lived in houses with gardens, and never thought much about them. Looked out for snakes, and yes I encountered quite a few. My friends joke I am a magnet for ghosts and snake. And hated the pollen season as it meant allergy and anti histamine.
So its strange that I should go back , like Manderlay minus the sinister.
With age I took to plants and balcony gardening.
I still struggle with flowers, but I love the green, the solo bird that visits. We now hold a conversation. Tell him about finding a partner!
Maybe it has, because it brings twigs even bits of pieces of celotape, to show me that it is building a home.
Life goes on.....My dreams go back in past....
Shows I am growing old... Finally!
A long overdue blog about the path that I was seeking , or did the path seek me out ? Over the years the sheen of belief was wearing off and I was beginning to question the master about the magic - about faith becoming commercial, about what Bhaskar stated, "This is all about money". Packing my bags off and going solo isn't very uncommon in my life, but this time I was not on work per se. Checking-in into the Ashram, was on my bucket-list for ever-since, and it was an amazing experience. Despite the crowd, the ambiance just reverberated with a mix of reverence, energy , faith, hope, prayer - and questions too ! Like I mentioned before meditation was not about spiritual pyrotechnics, but a metaphor connected to life. Like the corner I chose had a vantage view of the stage and despite a stench that started emanating from the corner, I just could not leave that place, for the view that corner offered got me stuck there. Life is like that, we are often stuck in the rut , ...
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