Yesterday I was like a drunken monk once again, with a severe attack of vertigo. As someone who is a minimal "sipper" of the nectar's of the gods (!), I cannot quite fathom why anyone would of their own choice, desire to weave through space in a state of tipsyhood!!!! As I valiantly moved about with the extreme self-consciousness of an idiot with sea legs, I had my friends and family protect me from falling into an untidy (heavy!) heap whilst I went out to attend to some chores, since painting was a little out of the question in my wobbly state. It was hilarious to see that I was immediately relegated (inside of their heads) as being a bit like a child that needed "strict" monitoring, and I was dealt with in an absolutely "no nonsense will be tolerated" manner. Strict wagging fingers to indicate that bending was a no-no, food intake insisted upon and "sit quiet" instructions galore! All I can say is that I knew just how much I am loved from all of this.
Which brings me to our mad home of many dimensions! The ease with which Surendran, Mithun and I have altered our ways to accommodate new ideas and experiments that are about introducing new energies and concerns into our lives and life style, comes from desiring to have an adaptability that allows us to maximize our resources, and never to remain stagnant or narrow in our thinking.
Closing oneself away from changes holds the danger of never learning new things that can bring unknown magic to your life. The risk to be open allows for many wonderful surprises, and the small bruises (if any) that may occur from this process will fade with the right methods of addressing them too.
Today we have this wonderful collective where learning sessions spill over into those interludes of sharing green tea together at night; and cake and ice cream can trigger a discourse on taste and visual aesthetics on a Sunday afternoon! Who know what tomorrow may bring into our home. I like the idea that the door is always open and that we do not feel challenged by change, and are able to adapt to things that benefit the process of our learning. My adopted granddaughter Aditi surprised us by making a power point presentation on global warming on her birthday, and by gifting each of us in the collective a present made from recycled materials. We sat in awed silence and completely humbled by the wisdom of this twelve year old child. It is precisely these magic moments of learning that risk and change can bring to one, and I am grateful that we have stayed unshackled by predictability and gifted to ourselves so much that enhances us today.
Maybe this is why our home is called Sauparnika!