Whatever makes your soul sing, inspires you, calls you…. do that thing. Turn your eyes and thoughts to whatever brings you bliss for that is your calling and soul’s purpose. Replace the “should’s” with “could” and “can” and “did” and finally begin to live the life you have dreamed for yourself. This is your own unique journey. Might as well be true to you.
Happy Diwali everyone!!!
Happy Diwali.. 🙂
Deepavali.. a Hindu Festival celebrated in autumn every year with great enthusiasm and happiness in India. The festival spiritually signifies the victory of light over darkness, knowledge over ignorance, good over evil, and hope over despair.
Diwali is celebrated around the world, particularly in countries with significant populations of Hindu, Jain and Sikh origin. It is celebrated in almost all the Asian countries, parts of Arab’s, Australia, New Zealand and also in some parts of Africa.
Its celebration include millions of lights shining on housetops, outside doors and windows, around temples and other buildings. In India, Diya( Oil Lamp) is decorated. Diya’s are available in nearby and are made up of clay. An Indian potter paints earthenware lamps ahead of Diwali.
A Diya placed in temples and used to bless worshipers is referred to as…
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“The truth was a mirror in the hands of God. It fell, and broke into pieces. Everybody took a piece of it, and they looked at it and thought they had the truth.” Rumi
My friend Yummy (bet you guessed this isn’t his real name) popped by for a visit this weekend. Yummy and I first met many years ago when we were both involved in the same play. He was an actor and I was a costumer. Sizing him up, literally, I was whipping my trusty tape measure around his various parts. Chest, waist, hips, head, neck, sleeve length… I had finished up and Yummy still stood there expectantly.
“Don’t you need my inseam?” he asked, guilelessly.
“No. Sorry to disappoint.” My smart-assery has a mind of it’s own and sometimes these things just fall out of my mouth. Luckily he laughed loudly and at that moment our bond was…
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” My soul is from elsewhere, I am sure of that, and I intend to end up there.” Rumi
I rise. As I leave the weight of my body and of the material world behind I feel a euphoria I have not experienced since putting on this personality. Leaving the physical manifestation behind feels like music sounds. I rise. I rise and all is love. Fear no longer exists. I am weightless where I had no idea there was weight. There is a cloak of fear, a mantle of it that held me in my skin and once I am released it falls away and there is nothing left between my Self and pure bliss.
What I have seen as reality parts like a curtain and there is my home, right there. I experience recognition. This is my home. This is where I came from in the first place. How had…
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