I'm joining Service Space because ... I want to multiply the love and service I've received from other Service Space members.
A good day to me is when ... I am fully aware with a clear and peaceful mind.
My hero in life is ...everyone who has given space for me and done acts of kindness to enable to get me to this very moment.
My favorite book is ... Man's Search for Meaning by Viktor Frankl
One thing I'm grateful for is ... having been taught how to effectively meditate. My entire life completely turned right-side up because of it!
Jun 14, 2019, 1 comments, 23 smiles It has been a privilege to have been a small part of Pancho's walking pilgrimage to the Mexico border, that John Malloy says is something that will be remembered for generations to come. Lots of people are responding to his "One Earth Family" vision in person, and also online. Here was a note he received recently: I bow, I bow, I bow to the walkers. Although I am not with you in the physical, I will share the subtle activism I do while doing eft tapping, as a surrogate/advocate for incarcerated children: Even though I have been treated like a criminal and an animal, I deeply and completely love, honor, and respect myself. All this fear and hatred. All this despair and hopelessness. This terror and powerlessness. This nightmare. This grief. (Repeat while continuing to tap as many times as necessary to feel these energies begin to dissipate.) I choose to let go of any and ... Read Full Story
Feb 07, 2019, 1 comments, 10 smiles [Few reflections from my opening share at last week's Awakin Circle, around the reading on generosity.] I'm super excited to open today because when I was reading it, I was thinking, "Oh, I have this great story about that. I hope I get to open!" It was during a meditation sit that I first learned to be 100 percent generous, and forgive myself unconditionally for the first time in my life. Two years ago, during my first silent meditation retreat, about halfway through the ten days, we were sitting still without moving for the entire hour! And this is so hard for me. Oh my gosh. I would try and sit still and about 25, 30 minutes in, some pain would arise on my body and I would have to shift positions. My dad-like voice, that has somehow always been with me when I can't do something, would say, "Uh, if you can't ... Read Full Story
Aug 09, 2018, 4 comments, 13 smiles On Tuesday, a dream finally came true: after over two years of inspiration sitting in the “heartquarters” of Harshida Auntie and Dinesh Uncle’s house on so many Wednesdays, I got the privilege to host my own circle and watch the magic of holding space emerge in my own house. So many wonderful souls in Servicespace had planted seeds for this to be possible, and the cushions were no exception. Having sewn some cushions for her own circle, I was greatly laddered by Helen to create some for mine. What a learning experience it was -- I hadn’t touched a sewing machine since seventh grade! She graciously taught me how to cut out fabric and sew the cushions in her home. We had lots of fun laughing when I cut and sewed a few pieces a little too unevenly and when I dumped the contents of a filled bag on the floor ... Read Full Story
Jul 19, 2018, 19 smiles [We had a such a beautiful Awakin Circle yesterday. Below is a part of my opening.] What I really want to talk to you about is the serendipity of me opening our circle today. When I first read this piece by Anthony de Mello, I was chuckling at the part about graduating from elementary school and giving up your toys. And I thought, you know, I really hope to graduate from the Awakin circle elementary school and open one of these days. I have read the passage, I passed out water for dinner, done Smile Card stuffing, I've even opened for other Awakin Circles in other cities, but never in the mother-ship here at Aunty Harshida and Uncle Dinesh's house. :) In truth, I was actually terrified of the opportunity. I would always RSVP last minute so there was no chance that I would get invited to open. That's how terrified I was ... Read Full Story