Head Heart Hands in Bangalore
There was this young boy, who was going to light the lamp in the temple. Normally his mother used to go, but since his mother was ill, the young boy took in on himself to light the lamp everyday.
One gentleman saw this young boy, and wanted to test him, so he asked him
"What are you doing?"
"I am lighting the lamp" the young boy said.
Saying this the boy lit the lamp.
"Do you know where the flame come from?" Gentleman asked the young boy
Young boy got very perplexed for some time, then one spark of inspiration came to him, and he extinguished the flame with this hand.
"Can you tell me where the flame has gone?", he asked the gentleman.. :)
Such and many more stories of inspiration emerged during the morning sharing circle of the retreat organized at our home. It was perfect start to the day. The topic of the circle was the person, or recent incident which had inspired you. We were already feeling very inspired on seeing so many people who had come to share their love and gratitude, including Siddharth and Lahar, who had flown in from Mumbai, specially to support the retreat and some more circles, Nipunbhai who is like a Santa Claus always brining joy and energy :)..
Inner transformation or outer transformation? Gift economy vs, traditional economy ? These were some of the questions that we all discussed forming smaller groups, and trying to get deeper, putting our heads together to understand and most importantly to seek answers to these questions which often bother us. We may not have reached any conclusion, but it gave lot of food for thought.
A simple lunch was followed by the outdoor session to senior citizen park, to spread joy and happiness. Some decided to plant fruit trees there, while some sat down to write few inspiring quotes to be put on trees. .
It was touching to see the amount of attention everyone was paying to the details, someone planted tulsi right next to a bench, so that the aged person doesn’t have to bend down, and can easily pluck Tulsi while sitting on the bench.
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Some of us formed another group, and started making tea which we went down and gave to whomsoever we found on street, with hugs and good wishes.
When you engage in hands activity with full heart and vigour in as a collective, somehow all other thoughts just escape your mind. Things seem to happen without anyone delegating or assigning any work, everyone just selects themselves in to doing something. It entire exercise seems like a meditation.
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This hands activity was followed by the silent walk back home, to reflect on the day and just note the thoughts going through the mind.
It is always magical, by the time, we have the closing circle, you cant help but feel the great energy, love and gratitude. The space seems to have so many positive vibrations, which would continue to inspire for days to come. Lahar's magical voice, to the lyrics of Kabir, made the perfect end of the wonderful day of gratitude and love.
Deep gratitude to everyone who shared the space :)
Posted by Goli Golani on Oct 29, 2013 | permalink
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Mukesh Bhatnagar wrote ...
My mother was admitted in a missionary hospital,just for the care by the nursing staff only, as she was in coma (brain dead) for a couple of months at that time ( she is no more)and there was no medical possiblity of doing anything for her. i used to simply gaze her in deep reverence. One day in her bedside another patient was admitted, he was male and and was heavily built and was also a diabetic patint. His wife was only his companion. Forgetting their own pain ( the husband of his physical an See full.
My mother was admitted in a missionary hospital,just for the care by the nursing staff only, as she was in coma (brain dead) for a couple of months at that time ( she is no more)and there was no medical possiblity of doing anything for her. i used to simply gaze her in deep reverence. One day in her bedside another patient was admitted, he was male and and was heavily built and was also a diabetic patint. His wife was only his companion. Forgetting their own pain ( the husband of his physical and the wife her social ) they anxiously waited for their children to come and enquire about their condition, but hours went by no one came. The patient then had a urge to go to toilet, being a heavily built person her wife could not handle him. i polite supported the man guided him to the pot, but he was not even able to lose his trouser, i did that for him helped him to release himself and brought him to bed. He was not even able to recognise who is helping him, but was visibly happy that his elder has come at last son, and repeatedly started naming him. i gestured her wfe to keep mum, so as to allow the man the joy of feeling happy for his sons, for the priod of recuperation. i continued so long my remained in that ward. There after it became my nature to reach out the unattended patients in hospitals and the helping senior citizens. When ever i do that i feel like caring my mother....the incident is that of 2005..
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nikhil wrote ...
What to be part of it I am in bangalore
ajeet chauhan wrote ...
it is magic