Her Inner Mansion of Many Perspectives

Two Friends by Indrani Acharya

She had learned conflict resolution from the way her mother (and father too) had handled conflict. It was the barely conscious, default method she fell into when faced with a difficult situation. Sometimes, this method was swift and brutal, and sometimes, painful and slow. Differences always felt threatening and stressful to her. The doors got shut.

She doesn’t want to choose that route anymore. She no longer wants to make finite decisions about people, too quickly. She wants to be in allowance for both the hurt and her heart. She’s choosing to keep both open and pay attention.

Her spacious womb space is allowing many perspectives to exist together. She’s learning to frame her reference from many angles. Her interior is becoming a mansion with many rooms, doors, and windows. Her unhurried authenticity is allowing truth to filter through, taking its time. She wants to build, not destroy. She’s holding the saplings of her power and her anger tenderly, slowly turning them towards the sun. They are not overpowering her now, taking her over by habit, deciding for her. She is wielding them mindfully. Wisdom is arriving, fear is leaving. It’s a kaleidoscopic world.

Right now, you see her life force re-creating her mansion with great attention. Those who arrive inside will feel nourished and comfortable.

The wisdom is weaving her together, and she will weave the world.

Artwork: Two Friends by Indrani Acharya

#wombwisdom #divinefeminine #joyouswoman

She’s Ready to Lose to Gain Back Her Life

She’s learning the art of losing.

‘Winning is the only option’, she had been told. She had bought the myth. And ever since, all her energies were on winning. She’s been on a spree of competing, conquering, trying too hard, and never giving up control. It was a war with the world. Up till now, she’d never questioned it, but she’s finding this game exhausting. Whose goals, whose scripts has she been following?

Even as she wins in the ‘game’, she loses something in her. ‘I must always be better than..’, belies an inner torment she had refused to see. It was making her lonely and distanced from her essence. She no longer subscribes to this compelling, obsessive demand. She has the option to lose, to fail. Suddenly there is a choice in a place where that was none. It’s about choosing wisely, where we give our life source.

She does not have to be right all the time. And losing is not bad, it’s natural, one cannot win all the time. And one does not have to. Admitting to herself that she can lose brings so much relaxation to her body. She can just live and love.

Losing is the realm of the lover.

Radharani by Suparna Dey

The Choice Point

She’s unlearning surrender.

She used to have a romantic notion about it. Not any more. Even though she’s been on a transformation journey for a while, it still feels scary to visit certain places inside.Her deepening is in her ability to now see that she doesn’t want to see. She’s in a deep interior cave where she’s facing a truth that almost dissolves her bones. Fear jams her mind and body. She’s tempted to take a by-pass.

Standing at the edges of her denial and its pull and push is acutely uncomfortable.

Her body especially is holding her accountable to her Sankalpa. It’s not allowing her the arrogance of control. Control a hard one to let go. In the break-ing down, her body is asking her to pause and breathe, to dissolve her colonised identity. All that is brittle must go. She’s being taught that healing is not a destination.

Surrender is hard, exactly because it is a soft place of acceptance of what is. It asks her to become transparent to herself. It’s asking for greater accountability, even in her dream time. ‘Undo yourself’, whisper the winds.

She’s looking at her choices. Sometimes it seems she’s between a rock and a hard place. The false ground is shaking. Yet, this too is a place of arrival, a holy threshold. She has to whisper the magic words to go through. She trembles. She calls out to the wise woman inside, the one who knows true surrender.

Mystery will unfold. She will unlock a Vital Decision. The mantra will arrive.

May be an image of fire and outdoors

She’s Entering Feminine Time

Pic: Ehtesham Haq

Some say it means slowing down. Well, that’s a spin-off to her process. It’s more like ‘stilling down’.

She’s been simplifying her life, untangling from the prickly brambles of samsara.It’s absolutely vital now that she extricate herself from an overload of commitments, promises, and goals.

By becoming un-possessed and ungrasping, releasing her stories and emotions, even her favourite possessions, she’s lightening up. The knots in her body are dissolving as she’s refusing to be owned by anything. Or shamed by anything.

The empty spaces she’s creating within and around her, nourish her deeply. Spaciousness!

As she dives into the nothingness of her day, she’s becoming lucid. That’s the gift she’s been longing for. It arrived when she stopped chasing it.

Her day is filled with quiet, nourishing pauses. She drops deeply into her silent and uncomplicated day bereft of any ‘shoulds’. Her dream-time is rich and prophetic.

She’s knocking on the door to the realm of Kali’s time. Her heart knows deep reassurance.Of home.

Her quintessence is coming to meet her now. Joyous Woman with Sukhvinder Sircar

She’s building a vibrant immune system

Hemen Majumdar

Do you see her walking towards you now?

The bell that tolls in her womb is finding resonance now in many other wombs. No longer satisfied with hand me down spirituality and hollow compromises, she had set off on a journey to find her own watering hole.

Her Yearning for union with the true feminine was the key that initiated her descent. Her soul-light blazed brightly with this yearning and illumined her underground depths to reclaim her treasure. She did not do this alone. Her sisters stood fierce vigil, singing to her and holding torchlights to light her way down. Their songs comforted her as she foraged through the thorns and brambles, retrieving the lost, denied pieces of her soul, lost in haunted dark spaces. Every time she stepped over her unmet fear, she encountered a demon living in her recesses & retrieved a piece of her power back. The scary, flitting figures in the dark became allies.

As she moves even deeper now, she discovers a dark, quiet river of crystal water. When she immerses in it, she is changed forever. She emerges back from her great underground adventure with a holy glow. Her work, her voice, her walk all reflect this liminal grace.

Each time, her underground builds her a new immune system. She’s becoming resilient and invincible to all that used to crush her spirit before. She takes these breaks to the underground as often as she needs. She requires both, her world in which she’s intensely involved, and the deep dark underground cave of rejuvenation.

Get used to seeing the continuous emergence of her Shakti. Listen carefully, cause she’s the one bringing that message to you.

Joyous Woman with Sukhvinder Sircar

Painting: Hemen Majumdar ‘Woman in Moonlight’

Honouring every woman

girls putting henna

Art:Gopal Swami Khetanchi

So many women look shut down or seem to have inaccessible interiors. They don’t appear to be listening or learning. They would still rather go the unconscious way. You can see that they are hurting themselves by doing so.

It is easy to be impatient when you know you can show her, tell her an easy way out. She doesn’t have to suffer at all. If only she could see. It is easy to be angry & frustrated, and judging her is so easy.

What if she’s guarding a deep fire inside. What if her appearance does not in any way define her potent inner lava. What if she’s waiting for a cycle to end. What if your unspoken pressure became just one more layer on her shield?

No matter how much a stretch it is to see her wisdom, can we honour her life choices. One energy that women have been starved of is honouring. It is much more than understanding or compassion. Something shifts deeply within when a woman is honoured for who she is. Then, inside of us, we give her the space to be all of who she is, no matter her life choices.

If a muscle relaxes inside of you when you do that, it perhaps would relax in her as well. What if her call is simply for you to walk with her, fully embracing her dignity.

Our ‘seeing’ is the cool breeze of change.

The call of the ancient temple bell


temple bell


She’s outing her demons by retreiving her voice.

Of what use is her veil of shame and silence? She’d rather have a magic cape.

She used to bear shame with a sense of responsibility. ‘It’s good for you’, they lied, and she shrank behind it even when it corroded her insides. No spell that’s cast lasts forever. This one’s time is over. Her body is now releasing this toxic shame. The doors through which they walked in to heap more shame have disappeared.

She was born pure and sacred. Her body is a temple. And so is the body of all her sisters. The transition from the shameful one to the sacred one is one phenomenal journey she’s making.

Retreiving her authentic voice is like the ringing of a bell in the dark depths of her temple. Soon, she hears another temple bell at a distance, and another, and a deep resonant chime begins to resound everywhere. Sometimes, the sound is fierce and deafening, and at others, soft and rhythmic. The bell sounds are healing her womb.

The sound waves are creating a new frequency, a new song. All ancient temples everywhere are being restored.

The bells hold a sacred call.

Honouring the #Metoo revolution.

The gift within her gift

woman and crow

Looking to credit the amazing artist

She’s finding the gift inside her gift.

She’s arriving at the place which had been was concealed, waiting to be found. There was something she had to do first, to find it. She had to spend her gift ~ give it generously, abundantly, with all her heart. Offering it was an act of daring, but her gift would have it no other way. She nourished her gift, and it nourished her back. The goodness of it imbued her and her world. Her life and her gift joyously flowed through her. As she dived deeper, her gift shone in its luminosity, fragrance, music and poetic quality.

Her gift guided her to take many pauses, to realign and recalibrate her life. As she became more and more intimate with her gift, it is impossible to tell them apart. She is the gift fully matured. And one cycle of her rich life is ending.

She’s slowing down to listen deeply to what this ending means. Her gift is whispering: ‘here’s a reward for honouring me so deeply. In my centre is your new gift. Let it arrive into your heart now.’

She’s currently in the pause, very still, allowing the gift within the gift to arrive. She’s sensing its very different flavour and fragrance. It feels new, fresh, and different. Even though the temptation to continue her rich old life tugs at her sometimes, she’s allowing her old life to slip away through her fingers.

She’s the new vessel for this new arrival. Meanwhile, she is resting, using her hands to tend to her plants, to bake and cook, to paint, and to clean her windows. And of course, she’s brewing tea.

This cycle belongs to those who drink deeply from their gift.

She’s spinning back her whologram


Picture by Bertrand Kulik

She’s spinning a new life into her (w)hologram.
Astonishing things are happening as she becomes her natural essence. She’s claiming riches hidden deep inside her earth. Nature is giving her powerful keys to wholeness. The forest holds the secret to regeneration. Her wild, feral side is bringing back to her an intelligence that nourishes her deeply.

In nature, the cycle of birth and death is the mystery of creation. Every state is honoured. No state is forever. A flower gives way to fruit, a dry leaf becomes earth, a new harvest ripens as the seasons turn.. Nature begins new stories effortlessly, and ends others with no resistance.

She too is is dissolving her fear with regard to beginnings and endings, easing into both.She stands powerfully at new beginnings, a new middle and new endings. This brings her great vitality. Her cellular codes now gift her the secret language to revive, renew and restore herself. The hole is becoming whole with her powerful intent. She’s spinning delicate new strands of light, reconnecting her lost parts. She’s being surprised by the allies she’s finding on her way.
The more she allows and surrenders to nature, the more unexpected the ways she’s coming together now. The trick is a willingness to be surprised.

She’s the mistress of reincarnation.

Deep Defiance


She’s redefining Deep Defiance.
It comes from her roots going deep into the earth. There are too many happenings in her world wanting to break her down. Her rootedness makes her unshakable. That is defiance enough. It does not necessarily show up as a fist in the air. Defiance is the maturing of her intractable nature. Some days it is simply a soft melting presence.

Her defiance can be seen in the simplicity of her choices, In the care with which she chooses her fights, in her quiet ‘no’, or her ease in saying  ‘I differ’, no explanations, no apologies.

Her defiance is in her capacity to be un-shame-able. What would have brought her down now now deepens her resilience. Her anger, when it burns, is well placed and well focussed. All action is informed from the womb of the earth. She needs no other confirmation for what she knows.

A woman, sitting relaxed, choosing inner peace over neurosis, seems like a very defiant woman. A woman, seeing the design behind the design of the chaos, seems very daring.

She is incorruptible, though the world would call her incorrigible.

Joyous Woman with Sukhvinder Sircar

(searching for the name of the photographer of this beautiful image)