Co-existence

Past present and future,..all existing on the same plane..
causing trauma
and relief,
pain
and pleasure,
in one moment.
how is it then that we forget the pain when we laugh and forget the joy when we cry?
what is this mystery
if all goes together and is never apart
then why the pain
where is the grief
we all are that one and not, at the same time
we meet our shadows in this lifetime and
we part from our many selves
even in death as in birth,
there is no separation
as the whole that we came from and the whole that we go to ..
will always remain just that..
whole....
nothing can be added,
nor subtracted,
from that which will continue to exist
what may change though is the mind
within.
that continues to analyse details
minute by minute
with this change comes
either
pain
or joy
death
or birth
Jeremy Naydler says, "Our modern belief in progress has encouraged us to discard the past, thinking that we have moved beyond it and superseded it. The past, however, has a tendency to haunt the present, and it is perhaps not so easy to shake off as we think.This is to say the past belongs to and interpenetrates the present in subtle and powerful ways. It is the 'unconscious of the present' and our neglect of it becomes a neglect of an aspect of our wholeness."

the gifted way

having lived and experieinced community living  during a year of volunteering in auroville,the life decisions that were enriched by this experience have been living inside me, since.

they stretch from a choice not to go back to employed accountancy work, to working with soil and practising city farming in punjab, and composting all kitchen peels,to experiments with healing through food,

and working more and more with own hands, learning new crafts, or simply a need to be self-sustainable. the belief in gift economy, introduction to which i soaked in the community of verite ( when olivier initiated the online alternative currency , auros' ), has only grown manifold , as living the experiment of gift/learning exchange within the safe horizons of a community like auroville whilst at one hand planted a seed somewhere inside, the water to this seed came in the form of the many interactions with the wider community outside auroville, friends , families of friends, and sometimes complete strangers. 

i recently made this connection, with the gift of food, and have recorded these reflections in a blog : www.parshada.tumblr.com so, whilst travelling, with shammi, and learning, there is a need to meet the wave in the other, though learning exchanges, and with the aspiration to host :

a one day workshop on "cooking in awareness"

a one day workshop with combination of salve/balm making and hand made jewellery out of seeds and waste