My boy, who is nine, said to me, “Mom, I know it’s weird, but I don’t think I’m alive. I don’t think you’re alive either.”
“Oh yeah?” I asked, intrigued. “Do tell!”
“Well, I’m not me, and you’re not you; we’re just atoms.”
It was the first time that I had heard of the Maharshi or of Tiruvannamalai, so I wrote down both names. But how was I to get there? It was right down in the South, and my funds were almost exhausted. However, the next day I saw an advertisement in the paper for an ex-army man to run a canteen in Madras. I applied and was at once given the post and my fare paid.
It is a mistake to think that one day you will be awakened. You are, indeed, awakened every single moment you are fully present now.
Beloved Earth Children ~ As this Solstice season approaches, we extend this invitation so that you might rediscover your most essential nature. . . Stand near a tree in the forest and learn the way of being still and rooted in silence. Bend like colorful wildflowers, splayed across the spring meadow, and bow to the [...]
Angels dance only with You, Beloved and only before You, do I bow in adoration. You may accept me or not, but I will be at your feet forever. ~ Rumi We find ourselves in the midst of a magical and mystical Universe. Simply gazing at the expanse of the night sky and watching the [...]
