Faith. Hope. Love. Fairy Dust

  If I were to sum up this year in one word I would choose tumultuous. Looking back on the highs and lows of the year that 2020 was, I penned a little something on letting go an holding on. Sharing it with everyone with the hope that, though tomorrow will come with it’s share of difficulties, complications and heartaches, may we never lose sight of hope. Hope of just enough strength to deal with all of life’s curve balls.   Let go of the pain; hold on to the lessons, Let go of the sorrow; hold on to the tears, Let go of the hurt; hold on to the teachings, Let go of the vacation; hold on to the joy, Let go of the page; hold on to the story, Let go of the class; hold on to the dance, Let go of the character; hold on to the connection.   Let go of the oar; hold on to the expanding horizon, Let go of the failure; hold on to the experience, Let go of the person; hold on to the affection, Let go of the rigidity; hold on to the structure, Let go of ...

Ruminating on the love of my Mother Goddess...Although I discovered my Mother’s love much later in life, She has been with me forever. After all I was named by my parents after the Goddess. The earliest memories I have of my Dad praying is him singing Aigiri Nandini (Mahishasura Mardini Stotram). From the year we moved to Mylapore in 1994, my mother routinely took me to seek Mother Karpagambal’s blessings at Kapaleeshwarar Temple . One of my closest friends took me to two beautiful Amman temples in Mylapore - Mundagakanni Amman and Kolavizhi Amman. Through all these years though I was seeing Her I was not really seeking Her.  Amish Tripathi’s Shiva Trilogy brought Lord Shiva into my life. There is no Shiva without Shakthi, and I discovered my Mother’s love. In 2014 my mother took me to visit Mariamman Temple at Samayapuram . In 2016 in the months before I left to Canada I was blessed to seek Her darshan at Kalighat Kali Mandir , Vishalakshi Temple and Ann...

Like many across the world I’ve been self-isolating on my days off work. Work, home and only stepping out to get groceries once a week. I am an introvert by nature and I am single by choice and I’ve always been comfortable being alone. But when being cooped up inside is forced upon instead of being a free choice, it’s been challenging. It’s been weeks since I’ve seen any of my friends. Friends like family. Friends with babies. No reassuring hugs. No silly smiles. No heart to heart. And the walls of my home and the confines of my mind have become a dark place. Constant thoughts of worry and fear. Fear for the ultra-macroscopic organism that’s waging war. Worry about old parents, friends who are cancer survivors, those who are immunocompromised. I took a walk in the park after nearly seven weekends. And counted my blessings. Grateful that I can still work. Family and friends who have been staying in touch via WhatsApp and FaceTime. And I took that moment to look outside ...