Heroes of Our Story

We are all the heroes of our own story. When I walk through a crowd, I’m struck by the disconnect between my own self-importance and the fact that no one seems to notice me at all. Judgments flow mercilessly from my mind towards everyone that I see – thoughts that I could never imagine giving …

On Pac-Man and Making Room for the Light

Which is more devastating? For it never to occur to someone to examine their beliefs, or for them to willfully choose ignorance? I’ve got this new thing for sitting on the toilet and playing Pac-Man on my phone… We’ll leave hygiene out of the discussion… Somehow, the two things, games and poops, fit nicely together …

We Slay Demons

We slay demons – not the kind that you think, but the darkness that preys on civility – my sister’s a boss, her lines are clear, her opinions are focused her values held dear – – I have astigmatism, so my lines are all blurred, my shadows are real, my words are sometimes deferred until …

Honoring My Inner Voice

When it snowed in Seattle last week, I decided to take a walk in the Greenbelt lot behind my house. The first thing I noticed when I stepped out of my back door was that a small Juniper tree had fallen across the path I take to get to that lot. I could have easily crawled under it or …

Restless Spirit

I’ve locked my restless spirit within the cage of my commitment – like a sentinel it paces, watching the world unfold beyond it’s reach – to be more than the minion of my desires’ every whim, – never seeking to be taught, never bothering to teach – counting them up one by one, let only …

And to the World I Say

With eyes wide open and a mind clear of doubts, to the world I say no… ok, well, just a veggie burger and fries to go with a movie tonight so that I can fantasize about a life through their eyes, and let my dreams as I sleep be cozy and sweet, but when I …

On Living and Dying Day 18 by Sonya Kassam

Die Each Day by Sonya Kassam of Follow Your Shadow   We shall all be dead, we know that don’t we? And yet we resist, we fear. I fear to die, yes. I have no idea what is beyond my death. And perhaps…actually for sure to be absolutely honest, I don’t really want to know what lies beyond. …

On Living and Dying Day 17 by litebeing

All Is Not What It Seems by litebeing of litebeing chronicles Death is not my thing. I clearly remember being about 7 years old lying in bed instead of sleeping. I decided that we shall live to be 100 years old. I subtracted 7 from 100 to conclude I only had 93 years to live. …

On Living and Dying Day 6 by Karuna

Am I Contributing to My Living or My Dying? by Karuna of Living, Learning and Letting Go In 1996, I was on an airplane that “fell” 25,000 feet in about a minute’s time. For the next two hours we did not know if we were going to live or die. Since then I have had a sense …

Dealing with My Resistance

by Karuna When I arrived in Amritapuri last November, I had the goal of overcoming my resistance to chanting archana and my mantra. The archana we recite in Amma’s ashram is the Sri Lalita Sahasranama, a sacred prayer to the Divine Mother. Amma asks us to chant it daily, for our own benefit and for …