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THE MIND AND THE MEDITATION

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T omorrow, early in the morning, I will be leaving for our annual, 2-day Tai Chi camp in Lonavala. This will be my third camp in a row. During the earlier two camps, I had published two of my books. First one was ‘Flowing With The Wheel’. The second one was ‘The Dragon Tail’. This year, I have no plans to publish any book… Patterns and compulsions, in life, are, always, counter-productive. They drain our energy and make us deviate from our authentic, joyful living. Yes, a couple f times, I did contemplate on working on a new book to be published during this year’s camp. But, I wasn’t feeling strong about it… The call did not seem genuine… Yes, I did not feel, that I was flowing with the wheel! So, here I am… On the eve of our Lonavala Tai Chi camp… feeling excited about the camp… but, not bad about ‘missing’ a new book… I have nothing to prove to anyone… and, nobody expects me to do that, in the first place, you see! A fter our morning walk, sitting with...

WHEN I AM MADE TO REALIZE HOW SMALL I AM... I KNOW I AM PRAYING

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"Then the Lord said to him, 'Take off your sandals, for the place where you are standing is holy ground.” - Old Testament W e were a group of seven people, including three ladies. We had left for Igatpuri early this morning. Enroute, when we decided to take a break at a food court, a friend of ours suggested that we should stop at the famous Shahapur Gurudwara which was about fifteen minutes away. The rest of us liked the idea and got off our vehicle when we reached the shrine. The Nasik highway is one of the busiest and most beautiful routes to drive by, particularly in the rainy season… the fields and the mountains are adorned by greenery… The clouds comedown on the mountains to kiss… It is am amazing sight to behold! So, many travellers choose to stop by the Shahapur Gurudwara for freshening up, washrooms and langar … “It is a round-the-clock service,” our friend told us, “Anybody can come here at anytime of the day or night… No one goes...
THE WILD, WAYSIDE FLOWERS
There is, always, something extra-ordinary in the wild, wayside flowers...