I believe our children chose us. I mean that literally. I believe the soul isn’t born when the body is, and it doesn’t end when the body does. So the soul that came to me as my son, and four years later as my daughter, didn’t land in our family by accident. In Sanatana Dharma,…
Category: Spirituality
My Body Is a Whack-a-Mole
I think life is one long practice of noticing patterns and doing something about them. Mine took me a while to see. I nearly died twice. The first time I was 4 months old. The second time I was 16. Both times I came back. You would think that after two close calls the rest…
Who Am I Without a Title?
When I was pregnant with my second child, I had to quit my job. It wasn’t a choice I would have made on my own. The pregnancy needed me to slow down, and my health and the baby came first, so I stepped away. What I didn’t expect was the grief that came after. It…
Silence is sanity!!
We recently announced the birth of our first son. He arrived after seven years of trying. Those years taught me how important it is to quiet the mind, and to accept that the universe has its own way of working things out. Like most couples, my husband and I worked hard to get settled in…
Rituals or Their Meaning: Which Do You Practice?
Someone close to me recently asked, “How come you don’t do elaborate rituals during festivals?” It’s a fair question. My husband and I both come from very religious families, and somehow we turned out different. We’ve often wondered ourselves whether the rituals matter more than what they’re supposed to point to. As a child, my…
“We are all hoarders” — Aren’t we?
You probably think I’m crazy for calling all of us hoarders. Give me a few minutes. Most of the people on our street are lovely, except for one house. Every time I walk past it, I get a little irritated. My neighbor is a hoarder. Through the windows you can see rooms filled with trash….
“Please Don’t Envy Me”
“I envy you” A few friends have said this to me over the past few years, one of them quite recently. That last time is what finally got me to write this. I asked them why. One friend listed it out: a loving and caring husband, enough financial stability that I could quit my job,…