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WHEN YOU EAT, EAT... WHEN YOU SLEEP, SLEEP

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Pic.: Chetna Shetty S lowing down is the solution for many, many of my problems... I know it; but, I keep ignoring it... And, then, some crisis happens... and, the truth stares at me again... Just as it does, right now: When I eat... If I can shut off everything else and only focus on my eating... see the food which is there before me... its color, feel its aroma... eat slowly, chew well in my mouth... experience its taste fully, enjoy it as it gently passes down through my throat and stomach... With less quantity of food, I can have a satisfying, healthy and kingly meal! When I taken bath... If I can shut off everything else and only focus on my bathing... see the water falling off the shower or the tap... feel its coolness or warmth as it touches my body... experience the cleansing process... the shampoo and soap experience, the steam that comes from the bucket or the tub... the fragrance, the smoothness of my towel... The bathing experience can be, in...

MY LIFE, MY HOUSE...

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  Pic.: Unnati Jiandani ‘THE COBWEBS’ was one of the popular booklets I had written and published for THE DAWN CLUB in its early years. It was first published in 1991. Once again, what made this book connect with the readers was that it spoke in first person… The passages – some twelve of them - seemed straight from one’s own heart, they sounded like one’s own voice… In my coming Posts, I wish to bring you these passages, one by one… Here is the FOREWORD to the book and the first passage - ‘My Life, my house’. Hope, you will like reading them… FOREWORD O ne reason, why we all wait for the Messiah to come, is that we haven’t realized that he has already arrived! The Kingdom of Heaven is, for most of us, far away. We haven’t noticed the beauty of the kingdom here on earth. When the Messiah comes, we stone him, crucify him. When heaven is here, we abuse its virtue. Yes, we wait – there is a great pleasure in wait...
THE WILD, WAYSIDE FLOWERS
There is, always, something extra-ordinary in the wild, wayside flowers...