Mining Memories

Somewhere in the corner of a kitchen, a mother is reheating her coffee for the third time, trying to remember when she last sat down. Another mother is staring at her phone, missing the smile of her baby she hasn’t held in days because work took her far away. A third sits quietly at a school function, smiling politely at questions like, “Oh, your child still doesn’t speak?” or “Aren’t they too thin?” Everywhere - in small ways and big - mothers carry silent stories. And on this Mother’s Day, I want to say: You are enough. You always were. You always will be. Motherhood Was Never Meant to Be Perfect. It Was Meant to Be Real. We are a generation of mothers pulled in a thousand directions. Some of us breastfeed, some don’t. Some of us work, some stay at home. Some of us cook every meal, some order in. Some of us co-sleep, some sleep train. Some of us raise our kids alone, while others are surrounded by help yet still feel alone. And still — we all carry the same love in our heart...

For many days, my dreams carried signs - hints of an impending separation from my mother. I couldn’t quite grasp their meaning until yesterday when I received the heartbreaking news of my teacher’s passing. She was more than just a teacher; she was a mother to me and to so many others. A guide who nurtured not just our intellect but our hearts, leaving behind an imprint so deep that no amount of gratitude could ever repay. For months, I longed to meet her, to speak to her, but life’s endless stream of events kept delaying that moment. And now, in this dimension, that meeting will never come to pass. I don’t know how to process this loss - there’s an ache in my heart, a quiet sorrow in knowing I will never see her again, never hear her voice. Yet, amidst the grief, her love and kindness remain alive, etched in my heart and memories. We often hear the words, "Be mindful of how you treat people; you never know when it might be the last time." And today, I feel the weight of ...

I never doubted Krsna’s love for me. But I struggled with my love for Him - feeling, expressing, and surrendering to it. On Valentine’s Day, I joined the Vitality Living College’s EFT Serve-Love Clinic, not expecting much. The theme was love, and we began exploring its many forms. But what unfolded was something much deeper- an unspoken struggle I hadn’t fully acknowledged before. I began reflecting on the ways I had received love in life and, more importantly, the ways I hadn’t. With EFT and Inner Child Matrix work, I uncovered something profound: while my mind knew I was loved, somewhere inside, I had absorbed the belief that love had to be earned . If I scored good marks, I would receive my father’s affection- or at least, I wouldn’t disappoint him. If I became good at the house chores, I could win my mother’s approval. If I behaved well, my teacher would be kind. If I looked cool, maybe the boy would notice me. A memory even surfaced where I felt I didn’t deserve Krsna’s l...