IN ASCENT
The Universe

Hola! My name is Maya and friends call me Mayoush. My spiritual journey began in 2008 with Yoga and other holistic modalities. I started exploring my body and my spirit was seeking a state of belonging since an early age. Funny enough, I was guided into ceasing the illusion of struggle, to stop the fight in my inner world and surrender to the natural flow of life. My whole life exploration to date revolved around embracing and accepting the world that I manifest every single day. My heart led the way and every single day, I learn to see the beauty in every emotion, every thought, every physical sensation and every seed blossoming in my imagination. I am open to keep learning, to keep exploring, to keep sharing and to be at service of humanity in the best way I can. In Love and Medicine.

The sun was setting on the sacred waters of the Ganges as our boat was flowing near the shores of Waranasi.

The smells of burning incense and cremated bodies are raw and fill the airs of this devotional northern Indian land.

My whole body was shivering as I watched so many people washing their bodies and cleansing their souls in the sacred waters where death is celebrated and met face to face.

This was not my first visit to India but I always heard that visiting Waranasi is something else. I didn’t know what I was about to experience in a realm of offerings and holy ceremonies.

Overwhelmed and moved by all the practices performed around me, I stopped for a moment and my eye caught this scene. I did not really know what I shot and how this moment explained a lot in my world.

Words of truth, wisdom or blessing? I did not know. I just connected with this woman who was sitting, looking, seeking, questioning.

Right or wrong.

A split moment.

A moment where presence and absence co-existed. A moment where her absence met with my presence at a distance and where words were of no need. Only a connection. Only a moment.

I felt aware. Awareness of being preached. Fear of that game of domination and submission. Fear of being the listener and not the questioner. A part of her was questioning. A part of me too. This is how we met. This is where we met. In that question. In that moment of speculation. In that dance.

What if theres more than what we are told, what we are preached with and how we are taught as right or wrong?

What if we are connected and we do belong yet we deny those moments and look away in fear of showing vulnerability because this exposes what we are truly feeling in that moment?

What if we really know but we just can’t find the strength to own it and be responsible for decisions we make. So we rent strength for a few hours from someone else every once in awhile?

What if all this is ok and while each one of us is going on his / her own journey, we meet for a moment and that moment feels whole, filling and simply right!

The boat kept going. Our eyes moved away.Another moment in colours, smells, tastes and spirits tickling.

 

 

 

 

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