Catching up a bit about the end of 2014. OVERWHELM. The long saga of moving house and an intense multitude of events leading up to 2015: my 40th birthday, Christmas, a 5 year old who truly understood the nuances of the holidays (Santa!), the start of Eric’s new job, the 10 year anniversary of my mother’s death, and the surprising, but not unexpected, passing of my 87 year old spiritual teacher.
Shri Parthasarthi Rajagopalachari passed away on December 20, 2014. He became my mentor in 2000, during my first trip to India, when I went in search of a living Master. He has been a constant source of inspiration, guidance, and love for me all these years. I’ve traveled to India many times to be in his presence, as well as to other parts of the world and within the US. He is and will continue to be greatly missed.
I almost have nothing to say after that. The above photo brings back such tenderness for me. The opportunity to have my children be with him, remarkable. It’s true that once you become a mother, all you want is for your children to do well, be whole, confident, and have the best start in life. Giving them spirituality as something that can comfort them in times of need, support them in the material aspects of life, oh, all this provides me some reassurance that life may be a little easier for them.
As the end of January quickly approaches, I have yet to really take stock, sit down and envision what possibilities are ahead, soon soon.
Now let’s go unpack one more box, shall we?