I look at these beautiful images of homes with not a thing out of place, and wonder does anyone live there?
Depsite a day long effort, my home is run down, with stains on the sofa, marks on the wall , a chip here and a crack there. In constant need of reconstruction!
Those rooms are perfect , but probably dont have stories of spilled drinks and broken glasses and dent in the leather.
Of my grandmother's armchair and my erratic gardening skills.
People move on but the tales are carried forward. That is life...that is how you remain alive.
PS The image is by a skilled photographer, who made even the mundane look magical !
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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