Didn’t they say, “Football IS LIFE"? Here are 14 spiritual lessons from World Cup 2022.

What happens when one tries to write a letter to Reiki? Why, an unadulterated experience of peace and joy.

What started out as a fool’s journey, had, in truth, been a rollercoaster ride filled with ups and downs.

Life is but a game. Enjoy the game while it lasts!

The art of life is letting go. Nothing stays the same forever. When we let go of this idea of permanence, we make space for new beginnings.

The shedding process is uncomfortable, stressful, and vulnerable for the snake, but shed it must.

This overwhelming feeling of nothingness yet everythingness. Suddenly it dawned on me— I might have found my purpose.

This, is my 2020 in a nutshell, perhaps best encapsulated by this old Yiddish proverb : Man plans, and God laughs.

I want to be true to myself and if it means showing up with all my vulnerability and flaws, so be it.

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I could hear the plants distinctly in my mind’s eyes : "It’s alright. We are good. All is good."

The few trials and setbacks I had experienced in my life were all lessons that were actually preparing me to go on this path of healing.

I am not just a labeled title that people or I myself give to me. The expectations just came about because of my own grasping at the label..

Our egos may not always see eye-to-eye, but our true selves will always appreciate the same sunset.

Quitting is not a surrender and it does not mean that we are a failure. Sometimes, we win more when we know when to stop.

Lest we forget, we are human beings, not human doings. And it is perfectly alright for us to just be and not just do!

Every encounter, every experience, everything was a lesson for me to learn.

After 29 days of intense cooking, healing and connecting in Bali, today marked my 30th and last day in school.

Maybe because it was my last full day in Bali, somehow everything would end up serendipitous.

As I sat on the Scoopy, every bit of me was replaying the horror of 30th December when my face rushed to kiss the earth.