Monika Chugh

…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

~”THE QUIET REASON THEY CAME AND LEFT.” …I often wonder why some people walk into our lives from nowhere, boom, suddenly, unmistakably, standing right in front of us.You look at them all bewildered.Hello… do I know you? That strange déjà vu that leaves you quietly disoriented.And just like that, a deep connection forms.Why, I wonder. Perhaps for reasons

~FRAGMENTS OF YESTERDAY! …we all have that one bond we deeply care forthat one connection we don’t want to lose a moment we don’t want to let passa moment we wish to hold a little longera moment that asks us to staya passage we carry withinan encounter that remainsa passing that leaves its marka presence that enduresa

…we are meant for “some”, not all. and,that is just enough. but first,come home to your heart. it yearns for you.it knows your truth.it holds your stillness.it asks for nothing.it rests with you.it meets you. and only,it needs you.and in all of this, let yourself be number one! ~with heart,monika

…Because you know you are no longer the same. Sometimes, when you return to your own written book and turn the pages, it surprises you… it quietly reinforces you. Settles in the heart. It anchors you in what you already know, but need the gentle nudge. It reminds you of the truths you once wrote with clarity and

…Experiences either bind us or liberate us. Bind us, When we hold on too tight.When fear settles and grinds our bones.Coiled up, knotted, and constrained deep within.When memories grow heavier than the present moment.When old wounds resurface and recreate unwanted stories. And yet, The same experiences can set us free.Liberate us.Create free-flowing space.When we choose the lessons.Release the aches

“Spiritual Warmth: Touching the Root of Being.” …We spend a lifetime holding things deep inside, not because we are mute, but because we are becoming, because our raw truths are still forming and ripening to realities. They are intricately woven into our inner being, our instincts, our intuition, our whispering guidance, and our way of perceiving

Later, Is Not Yours! …”later”, the coffee coolsdawn melts into dusksunlight slips into moonlightand,we too grow oldersilver strands, soft wrinklessketch their wayburied emotionslinger,unspoken and midwaystories hanging mid airwaiting to unfoldunfinished conversationsgather like dried petalsfollow like untamed shadowsmoments slipping bylike,the gray burnished sandi findmyself wanting all nowwhy waitharness the momentbefore it fadesnothing pausesthis time is yourssimply yoursforever