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As we were settling down on the couch with our morning tea, a beautiful conversation took place between Arundada and Audrey, in his 2019 visit to the US. Here are some glimpses of the conversation, as I tried hard to translate what was transpiring between the two :) [Read full post by Jignasha here] |
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Ali’s story paints the picture of what is possible when, after each hardship, each rejection, each struggle, each seeming setback we turn inside to connect to that which is really meant for us to do. Rather than live in the storyline of pain that difficulties like these could create, Ali transformed being a refugee, a stutterer, a school dropout, and, major professional burnout and illness, into the fuel that fires a life dedicated to building a world where everyone can be what and who they want to be. Read Presence's summary, or watch clips or soak in the recording of the call with Ali Mahlodji here. |
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He was the quietest person at the retreat, volunteering to help with the sound. Then, we asked him about his turning point -- and he told stories that moved us: Compound Interest of Doing Dishes |
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KarmaTube just posted Cultivating Wisdom: The Power of Mood. |
Presence Brewer writes after the recent Awakin Call with Ali Mahlodji: What a grand honor to bask in the wisdom of the experience that life has delivered to Ali. 
"Lately I've been trying to think like a porch. Trying to think between the natural and the human. Thinking how best to build during a climate crisis. I came across John Cage saying that progress in art may be listening to nature. He thought this activity could best play out on a porch, where we can hear natures symphony and then breathe our own masterpieces. Can we play our porches like instruments? So that we listen to but also learn from nature? Doing this will take practice. Porches are good for that too..." [
"My father was 67 when he died, and that's too young, but lately, as I stare at some hard realities of aging and mortality, I begin to appreciate the fact that he didn't have to endure a long period of frailty, pain, and dependence. My father was himself to very the end, brilliant and good and a force of nature, the most important person in my world, and I miss him terribly even now. Maybe especially now. I find solace in these words from a poem my friend Naomi Shihab Nye wrote after the death of her own beloved father: 'There's a way not to be broken that takes brokenness to find it.'" This short post by Cynthia Carbone Ward touches on grief, gratitude and love. She shines a spotlight on, "Those Winter Sundays," Robert Hayden's unforgettable poem and poignant tribute to his own father. [