Who am I? What is my thing? What's my background? What's my plan?
Questions I face these days and ones I don't know how to answer. I wanted to write something eloquent and well thought out about my experience and being back but if there's one thing I know it's that shit don't always go as we planned. Figuratively and literally.
Self expression is most honest when it doesn't ask for permission and just flows out of you because it has to, not when you're sitting in a beautiful coffee shop sipping a Starbucks but when you're leaning over a cold grey granite counter, elbows beginning to hurt.
I've been back in Ottawa for almost 5 months after being away overseas for about 5 years. Four of those years were spent living in an ashram in the northern part of India by the Ganga river (that's what us Punjabis call it). I should be in a different state, I should be all zen and at peace and radiating joy all the time.
I thought I'd be strong enough to handle the change in pace going from a quiet and simple life to one that is all about 'showing' yourself to the world. I don't know how to do that. Gosh if anything, I sort of feel like the ashram impaired me from knowing how to be in this technology crazed, social media obsessed, consumption overloading, goal oriented society. I sound bitter. I don't want to be.
But it's me. It's not the ashram - the beautiful, peaceful, place I still call home that is at fault. It's me. But am I even at fault?
Why can't I just wake up and be overjoyed and stay in the present and truly understand, actually not understand but REALIZE (not using the mind) that the NOW is all there is and I'm consciousness not a little person, as Eckhart Tolle teaches us. Why am I not fully awake? Why are some negative perspectives so fucking hard to get rid of? At times I feel grown, open, receptive to life and in the flow and then there are times I go right back to the little Puja who left Ottawa in 2011.
I text with my Russian friend today and I understand I'm not alone. We're all going through our own shit. Two steps forward, one back and we look up and wonder what for.
Who are we competing against? Who are we trying to show our life to? Who are we doing it for? Why all the effort? I say fuck it.
Maybe I don't need goals, I don't need to know what I want, maybe I don't need to understand the mystery of life, maybe I can just be the way I am without fully understanding what that is. Maybe I can live a life without burdening myself with guilt for not doing more, being more, being more 'spiritual' (what that entails, I still don't know). Maybe I can just be.
Wars rage on, on the other side of the world and my heart goes out to the victims of such atrocities as I skim over headlines wanting to avoid the reality. I don't know how I can help. It's not about me though. I need to do what I need to do in the life I'm leading right now. I doubt but mostly I trust life to let her work through me so I know what I need to do, what I need to be, to be a part of the awakening, the healing.
Today I will work on Love. I will not act out of fear, anger, sadness. I will love fully or at least try.
And if that's the only thing I took away from my time at the ashram, then so be it.
Maybe next time someone asks what my plan is or what I'm doing I'll just say 'I'm a perfect expression of the universe trying to know itself through the means of this body.' And who said I wasn't spiritual;)
Questions I face these days and ones I don't know how to answer. I wanted to write something eloquent and well thought out about my experience and being back but if there's one thing I know it's that shit don't always go as we planned. Figuratively and literally.
Self expression is most honest when it doesn't ask for permission and just flows out of you because it has to, not when you're sitting in a beautiful coffee shop sipping a Starbucks but when you're leaning over a cold grey granite counter, elbows beginning to hurt.
I've been back in Ottawa for almost 5 months after being away overseas for about 5 years. Four of those years were spent living in an ashram in the northern part of India by the Ganga river (that's what us Punjabis call it). I should be in a different state, I should be all zen and at peace and radiating joy all the time.
I thought I'd be strong enough to handle the change in pace going from a quiet and simple life to one that is all about 'showing' yourself to the world. I don't know how to do that. Gosh if anything, I sort of feel like the ashram impaired me from knowing how to be in this technology crazed, social media obsessed, consumption overloading, goal oriented society. I sound bitter. I don't want to be.
But it's me. It's not the ashram - the beautiful, peaceful, place I still call home that is at fault. It's me. But am I even at fault?
Why can't I just wake up and be overjoyed and stay in the present and truly understand, actually not understand but REALIZE (not using the mind) that the NOW is all there is and I'm consciousness not a little person, as Eckhart Tolle teaches us. Why am I not fully awake? Why are some negative perspectives so fucking hard to get rid of? At times I feel grown, open, receptive to life and in the flow and then there are times I go right back to the little Puja who left Ottawa in 2011.
I text with my Russian friend today and I understand I'm not alone. We're all going through our own shit. Two steps forward, one back and we look up and wonder what for.
Who are we competing against? Who are we trying to show our life to? Who are we doing it for? Why all the effort? I say fuck it.
Maybe I don't need goals, I don't need to know what I want, maybe I don't need to understand the mystery of life, maybe I can just be the way I am without fully understanding what that is. Maybe I can live a life without burdening myself with guilt for not doing more, being more, being more 'spiritual' (what that entails, I still don't know). Maybe I can just be.
Wars rage on, on the other side of the world and my heart goes out to the victims of such atrocities as I skim over headlines wanting to avoid the reality. I don't know how I can help. It's not about me though. I need to do what I need to do in the life I'm leading right now. I doubt but mostly I trust life to let her work through me so I know what I need to do, what I need to be, to be a part of the awakening, the healing.
Today I will work on Love. I will not act out of fear, anger, sadness. I will love fully or at least try.
And if that's the only thing I took away from my time at the ashram, then so be it.
Maybe next time someone asks what my plan is or what I'm doing I'll just say 'I'm a perfect expression of the universe trying to know itself through the means of this body.' And who said I wasn't spiritual;)