There comes a time when the mind, tired from endless striving, begins to bow to the heart.
There comes a time when the intellect, sharpened by years of lessons and study, longs to kneel in service to a wisdom it cannot measure.
There comes a time when even the most carefully built ladders are set aside, because you realize — the sky you sought to climb into was already inside you.
Today marks that time.
As the academic year closes behind me — not as something discarded, but as something cherished, I find myseld on the final pages of books I loved and outgrew, ready to level up when the next season calls.
Ahead: A summer not of seeking, but of sinking — sinking deeper into the sacred ordinary, into the awareness of being, into the being of awareness.
My practice now is not to become anything, but to allow everything that I already am to rise.
Not to conquer the world — but to sit quietly within it, dust on my pants, peanut butter on my fingers, and a light in my heart so bright, it illuminates the path forward:
As Ram Dass would put it:
"Everything becomes grist for the mill of awakening."
Everything can be Sādhanā — if approached with conscious love.
This summer, I will meet myself where I live:
in breath, in body, in starry sky,
in the secret laughter of knowing
that I was never truly lost.
Only veiled.
And now, seeing, and waking — into the Summer Curriculum of Sādhanā, where intellect, spirit, and being walk forward together, each hand in hand, like the sacred sides of a single, eternal triangle — with dust on my pants, peanut butter in hand, and awareness to see a practice.