Realization

That I read and interpret conversations in ways that fall outside the norm.

That I have learned to read and re read to understand what is being communicated.

That I see beyond the confines of the structure and the boundary.  

That I don't realize when I have moved into the area that is unknown to the other.  This ambiguity must be so frustrating for those who deal with me. 

That I taste the essence while the other might still be measuring the depths and the heights of the water. I am sorry for the resulting confusion.  

That I look at life completely in reverse.  I have lived in a loving family and have tried to learn the norms of a 'normal' thinking and way of living.  

Nothing helps me, what has finally saved me is this realization.
I get that my brain will always interpret life the way it can.  

I will continue to learn by immersing myself in different situations to enable me to see how I read the situation differently from the other. 

That I will speak less, write more.  

Ask questions, or walk alone to hear my thoughts.
Listen and process.  

on this longest day...

Travellers on a path,

Walking to our rhythm

Running with our spirit.

The sights we see 

through the eyes of our souls

in the stories we are told.

Rebuilding Nepal one by one

When I trekked in Nepal I found the warmth of the people and their simple life a sharp contrast to the terrains of the mountain.  Yet these people lived there with a smile.   Every morning I saw  children running up and down the mountains in their school uniforms, a lightness and joy in their step.  

When Dipak wrote to me how his village homes are destroyed by the earthquake, and the ones that remain standing are not safe to live in, I started  thinking of the upcoming winter.  Now is the time to begin to think of homes for the children and their families.   A safe school where the children can study.  

I have started a fundraising campaign towards raising money for helping a friend rebuild his village in Nepal.   Please help, by contributing any amount possible for you, towards this fund.  http://www.gofundme.com/irum4nepal

Also share this with as many friends to enable us to reach the goal.  

Thank You.

Always, from my heart to yours. 

Breathe or Think

When thoughts have the power to inflict pain on oneself, or project the same on another, then breath is the savior.  

When in doubt bring attention to the breath, again, again, and yet again.  It is possible that the thoughts will lose their power.  

Thoughts imprison, breath frees. Where one can take life away, the other gives, sustains. 

Why a day!

Life itself is the celebration, then why only a day to acknowledge?

It seems that the day called "Mothers Day" is a day celebrated to say "thank you" to our mothers.  Even though many consider this to be a "hallmark" holiday, the show of love and appreciation makes it special.   The effect of the expression accumulates and symbolically seems like an 'overflow of the river of love'.

The sun sets on the day, the hearts soften and open.

Each heart and each expression of love is infused with the raw unconditional love.  It's expressed by children and their children towards their mothers and their mothers.

Those alive and those not, all are remembered. 

I wonder if the energy of the day could be captured! The world, the inner and all outer ones will light up. 

So yes pause and acknowledge.   Every moment, every day, and then why not express it collectively.  

In all it itty, gritty, messy, way this is the joy.   Being a mother is the start and continuation of life.  

It's a love shown to the other through thoughtfulness, nurturing, and well being of self and the other.