Who am I?

With my spiritual pursuit, over the last several decades, I am constantly asking myself questions like:
Who am I?
What is my purpose?

On the pragamtic dimension, here is the answer to the question for
“Who am I?”

I am possibly one of the best damn ******** there is.

I show up on time.
I carry precious cargo.
I speed when I have to in order to get my rides where they need to be.
I make interesting conversation along the way.

A driver.
A chaffuer.

That is who I am.

Who are you?

On Finding a Zen Moment

If it weren’t for that 1 tumbler of coffee in the morning #zen moment…

Those of you know who know me really well, would finish that sentence by saying “you would be admitted in the max security mental ward”.

#gratitude-for-the-lil-things-in-life

Question: If it weren’t for your 1 cup of coffee in the morning #zen moment…..

Today, just sit for a little bit and enjoy a quiet moment just for you.

“Sometimes I feel like if you just watch things, just sit still and let the world exist in front of you – sometimes I swear that just for a second time freezes and the world pauses in its tilt. Just for a second. And if you somehow found a way to live in that second, then you would live forever.”
― Lauren Oliver, Pandemonium

“When forever becomes a place…
when forever ceases to be just a word…
when it ceases to be just a measurement of time….”
― Steve Maraboli, Life, the Truth, and Being Free

On Being Whole Again

“In every atom, there is a reflection of the whole.”
― Jay Woodman

Do we need to have seen darkness….to appreciate light?
Do we need to have seen light….to understand darkness?

How does it go?

Do we need to have been broken…. to appreciate being whole?
Do we need to have been whole …to feel the pain of being broken?

Feeling broken.
Feeling whole.
Feeling together.

Have you been there?
Have you felt broken?
Have you felt whole?
Have you felt together?

What is whole?
What does that mean?
Who can we define being whole?
Should we define being “not whole” before beginning to define whole?

Is being whole a feeling?
Is it a state of being?
Is it a state of knowing?

Do we need our friends to feel whole?
Do we need our family to feel whole?
Do we need food to feel whole?

What is it?

What if we are already whole…just as we are?
Then, why do we need other things or other people to feel whole?

Do we need to feel whole to be happy?
If so, why?

I don’t think you or I can define, with words, the true meaning of feeling whole.
I think one has to feel it.

One has to be broken.
Only then, one can understand and appreciate the true beauty of feeling whole again.

I am feeling whole….again.
Are you?

“Sometimes I wonder if we ever truly let anyone completely in. The desire for another human being to know you, all of you, all the pieces, even the ones you’re ashamed of — is huge. But too often, we sit down and sort through the pieces only picking out the pretty ones, leaving the ugly ones behind, not realizing that choosing not to share with someone else is like committing a crime against our very soul”
― Rachel Van Dyken, Toxic

“How can I be substantial if I do not cast a shadow? I must have a dark side also If I am to be whole”
― C.G. Jung

“I am a broken person. And I know exactly where my cracks are and how deep they run. I don’t pretend to not be a broken person and therein lies the big difference. Because the truth is, we are all broken in places, but it is those who know exactly where and how they are broken, who also know exactly where and how they are whole! And we may not be whole in all places and in all ways, but we take whatever wholeness that we do have, and we make good of it. And we try hard to work on the broken parts, and we ask for help when we need it.”
― C. JoyBell C.

“Through the absence of what we think we have to have we can discover our wholeness”
― Renae A.Sauter

On Being Lost

I am typically running around like a nut case trying to get through the day.

Today evening, after a long day, I made a conscious effort to be mindful and be in the moment.

I made some chai for the boys and served it to them.
Then, I went out and sat down to enjoy my cup of chai.

I noticed the evening sun peeking through the trees.
I saw the bees buzzing around the grass and flowers.
I felt the nectar dripping on me from the pink flowers above.
I heard the birds chirping near and far.
I tasted the ginger as I sipped the chai.
I saw the sun setting. It made the blades of grass glisten.
Then, as the moon came out, I saw the lightening bugs flashing by me.

I just sat there.
I couldn’t have normally held myself in the chair for so many minutes.
My instinct would have been to hurry the boys through dinner, catch up on email, and get thru my never ending todo list.

The only reason I sat in the chair and was mindful, was because Lata Ji was with me. She was singing Ae Dil E Nadaan…just for me.

Here is her enthralling voice:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rJRIAKQhaYA

Her voice was so ethereal and although I didn’t understand a word of what she sang…I sat there entranced and absorbed in the evening….with so much joy and not a care in the world.

It was a special evening.
It is one of those evenings that will flash through my memory, as I draw in my last breath.

I hope you had a good evening.

Richness isn’t Measured by Wealth

Richness isn’t measured by wealth.

Because, the most precious thing in the world is to have at least one friend that will make you “anda gunda” (lots) of mushroom soup with loads of ginger, garlic, black pepper and red chili because:
a) they simply can’t stand what a wimp you are and
b) they are sick and tired of you moping around about how scratchy your throat has been.

That is the most precious thing.

Counting by that standards, I beat Buffet and Gates hands down.

#countyourblessing #gratitude