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Today we explore the theme — Protection. Divine always protects. But we have to become worthy of that divine protection. We have to protect that tiny flame of aspiration that burns within. We have to be vigilant and be on our guard against all sorts of forces that seek to deviate…
Originally posted on matriwords:
It has been about 13 years. And I still remember that late afternoon as if it was yesterday. While walking home from the place where I worked at the time, I came across an amazing little beautiful flower, deep pink in colour. It looked like some wildflower or some that we normally refer to as… Continue reading Of Flowers, Opening and Receptivity
That moment, that morning everything was perfect. Just for a few moments, everything was right, just right, just perfect. Everything was in the right place, as it should be. Nothing was amiss, nothing was wrong. Can it be so? Can it all be perfect? That moment that morning it all was. I had gone out… Continue reading When Everything was Perfect
Navaratri special post Nine nights of the Divine Mother. Some invoke Her in nine forms and names, some in three, some in four, some innumerable. “The One whom we adore as the Mother is the divine Conscious Force that dominates all existence, one and yet so many-sided that to follow her movement is impossible even… Continue reading Nine, who are One
“Things also have a consciousness of their own….The Divine is in things also and that is why they must be treated with care.” (The Mother, 17.05.1955) I have this small side table at home. It is a lightweight table with simple wooden legs. The charm of the table is in its top, a simple sheet of plywood… Continue reading A Table’s Call
She definitely has a way with words. Regular readers of Dagny know what an inspiring and inspired writer she is. But there is also another side to the nature of her inspiration which I have recently experienced. Her words have the ability to quieten me down, making me ready to discover that deep and calm… Continue reading Flowers, Home, Saris and More
Ever wondered what those books behind the glass doors of the cupboard might be thinking or feeling? Ever wondered if they are saying something to you? Yes, to you. And to me too, as we are busy clicking fingers on our laptops, ipads whatever. Ever wondered if those pages, with that fresh-printed or that old-musty… Continue reading Found. Faded Flowers, Fading Memories.
Flower in the crannied wall, I pluck you out of the crannies, I hold you here, root and all, in my hand, Little flower—but if I could understand What you are, root and all, and all in all, I should know what God and man is. ~ Lord Alfred Tennyson (1863) A re-reading of Sri… Continue reading "Flower in the Crannied Wall"
For readers’ comments, click HERE for the blog’s previous version. Today on this World Environment Day, I certainly feel rich! I feel rich when I see the beauty and blessings of Mother Nature in my little garden. Today I remember the little sapling of Rangoon Creeper that we had planted in a little corner of… Continue reading Do I Feel Rich Today?
So the other day I was about to start arranging some flowers gathered from my garden. When it comes to Frangipani flowers, I usually like to float them in a couple of old shallow utensils I have in different sizes. Utensils that were perhaps used in someone’s kitchen in the years gone by but are… Continue reading Oil and Water
Click HERE for previous version of this blog if you wish to read Readers’ comments. Readers may recall an earlier post in which I had spoken of my ongoing effort to facilitate some kind of peaceful co-existence between two pushy creepers in my garden fighting over space. I figured it is now time to update… Continue reading So Far So Good….
I admit it. Patience is not something that comes easily to me. No, I should be more honest. I am quite impatient. But I value very much the quality of patience and would like to become more patient. Ever since moving into this house two and a half years ago, I have found a very… Continue reading A Fragrant Lesson in Patience