…The Silent Ache for a Guru! I always wanted a guru. A living guru. Someone who could talk to me. Guide me. Show me the real me, my strengths, my shadows, and the things I need to work on. Someone who could chisel my rough edges. Someone who could tell me my purpose. Initiate me […]

…Perhaps Maya Was Never The Trap! Maya, is it an illusion, a mirage, a smoke screen, or an endless chase game? Sometimes I wonder if Maya is the world outside us, in the periphery, or the invisible threads woven within us. Attachments, emotions, roles, expectations, memories, love, fears, and responsibilities slowly wrap around our souls.

…THE SUBTLE HUMAN VOICE! Nowadays, everyone just wants to scroll. Use AI to even sort out their emotions. I just wonder how? We, humans, have hearts that beat. Feelings we want to convey. Express ourselves. How can it be done mechanically? It never makes sense to me.A robotic world that creates the illusion of everything being

Coffee & Scribbles~My Way Back to Me! The hardest lesson for me has been learning to let go, and truly, it wasn’t easy. There was so much I was carrying, old weight, baggage without any meaning. It was ingrained into my cells, my bones, plastered all over. So much self-pity, which was dooming me.Every few months,

Not Meant for Everyone! ***I know I don’t connect with everyone. I know what I speak about may not resonate with everyone. I tend to be structured, someone who reflects and ponders. I don’t really enjoy routine conversations. I don’t naturally talk about everything or everyone. It may feel a little “boring” to some, but that’s who I

“Pain Into Purpose!” For anyone hurting or feeling low. Please stay with yourself. Even here, something within you is beginning to rise. Turn pain into purpose. In my journey as a doctor, I have learned that the body may seek treatment but the spirit craves meaning. Sometimes people, situations, and circumstances push you; they shake

…”Transactional Relationships, Yes Or No?”  …Someone mentioned to me that every relationship is transactional.I kept thinking about it. Is it really true? Convincing at first. After all, we give, we receive, we expect. That’s how life flows through. Being human means needing. That’s the harsh reality. There is always some exchange of time, energy, and care.

…Listening, The Embrace Of The “Unsaid.” I love to write.I love to emote.I love to express.That’s forever, me. Silence catches me unaware, meets me unexpectedly, often leaving me wonderstruck. But listening, I’ve learned, and am still learning, is an art. Some are naturally inclined to it. For someone like me, it is a conscious practice. It clearly asks

…”Invited Depth, Are You One Of Those?” I have been told numerous times, “You are very intense.” Emotionally attuned, in sync.Yes, that’s who I am. I connect fully. I carry without shrinking myself. I tend to carry more than most around me. I carry energies to the core, seated in my cells, in my bones, in the quiet

“WHEN SILENCE SPOKE.” Until about ten years ago, I thought I had it all: a materially driven world and both feet dipped in the social arena. Gossip, whims, constant movement, and intoxicated in good cheer, you name it. I lived it. I believed I needed people around me to feel alive. I thrived on that. Then I