When I noticed how wrapped my mind is in views, I began to see that the cause of disharmony lies therein. I am not interested in asserting a view point, especially when it compromises harmony. I have laid down the stick, or at least I am attempting to, and I feel the ease.
I met someone on a train ride, and we got talking. We were not strangers really, though we had never met. We had both just completed a thirty-day Vipassana meditation course. Maybe that's what connected us, subliminally. We chatted for three hours, and there were many things he said that were very wise, one of which was:'These are not stories, they were real people.' We were speaking about the lives of people 2600 years ago. Whether we refer to the past, present, or future--lives of people (and all living beings) are not stories that can be heard and forgotten. We are sharing experiences in an interconnected reality. Let's settle our quarrels.
I have published my new story as a free ebook. The story is a combination of facts and fiction. The protagonist, Shanti Sofia, explores the virtue of kindness, which she eventually understands through true events that involve the endangered Olive Ridley sea turtles. The story is for all readers who wish to read it.
Kyo and Obi, a fable about friendship and discovering the joy of self-acceptance, available to read on the blog. At a time, when we all need a little more joy, the story may (at least for some of us) inspire the search for the source. At a time, when we are reminded of our shared humanity, it may restore in our minds the importance of patience and acceptance. This book is a gift I gave myself, and now I wish to pass on that gift to you.
Freedom is our inheritance, it is our path, and it is our destination. We were born into it, we need to live it, and we need to mature to embody it. What does it mean to be free?
Plenty Please is a post about nature, its cycles, and us. Where do we stand and how do we choose? The desire to resist change arises, it's common to us humans, with our feeble instincts, but ease and joy arise, when we let go. Can we let go and be a part of the cycle? Because there is no eternity.
A written work is an expression of experiences and insights. A form of art not created for the sake of artistic merit or for self-fulfilment, but art that is created for wellbeing, because it is naturally accompanied by it.
Respect, Care and Include is the story of another book. A story based on three values that lead us on a path, which takes us back home. Home is where harmony resides. It’s up to us to walk this path. When and how we do it is our choice.
One way-One story, is the story of a book, one that we rarely hear. A story that contains the murmur of trees, the drone of machines, the smell of acid and bleach, the moistness of water, and the sighs of the planet.
When descriptors are erased, what we have is a set of common nouns -- nothing special about it. We don't have to live with the burden of special, if we don't wish to. There's freedom in that. To an ordinary year, of ordinary actions that won't wear us down. May all beings be happy.
