All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost. – JR Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring.
So, what are we rooted to? Continue reading
She who has the color of the fire, effulgent with the power of Tapas blazing, the one who is desired in the fruits of all actions, I take refuge in her, the goddess Durga. Reverence to the wonderful savioress for all our deliverance.
Fire, deliver us anew, across all difficulties to wellbeing. Be a wide, vast and abundance city for all the progeny of our creative work.
Fire, Knower of all births as a ship across the sea, deliver us across all difficulties. Like the Sun, chanting with the mind, awaken as the protector of our being.
Mahanarayana Upanishad. Durga Sukta 2-4. Continue reading
The smell of blooming flowers.
The smell of ripening fruits, mangoes, apples, apricots, and cherries.
The smell of rain.
The smell of sunshine on sun dried clothes.
The smell of freshly bake bread, cakes and pies.
The smell of pure, cooked food with a hint of cilantro, ginger and tomatoes.
Smell can make one happy. Continue reading