Old Sanskritam Shloka : Rtusandhishu vyadhayoh jayante that means
Diseases arise at the junctions of the seasons.
In India the monsoon is retreating and the cool season is beginning; in the temperate zone summer is shifting into autumn. These external shifts induce similar shifts within us, and if we are not properly prepared our bodies will not be able to adequately adapt, which can lead to internal disharmony.
Ancient Indians remarkably created rituals around some specific moon cycles that even today completely, scientifically sit with the seasonal change like the on-going nine nights, Navaratri.
World is one family, as we are taught here in India; is an extension of worshipping the mother nature, and how? In Simple words, mostly abstaining from high calorie food, meat, wheat based products that in one way help start calming our bodies for such seasonal junctures via our daily routines, or dinacharya.
In addition to the limited eating habits, it is a great time to sit for long hours of dhyana or meditation. In early days when activities happened amongst nature or outside home, this time was taken out by most people as a period of self-observation with observing the change in all elements around us. After rains, insects and all kind of diseases would come trying to take over the environment and our bodies hence a ritual of attending to the body was must each night before sleep. Like using rose water drops for the eyes, any local oil- mustard or even one drop of Desi Cow Ghee/ in the nose, cleansing of the mouth, tongue and teeth, and simple oil massage of the skin), Navaratri is a fine time to enlist the Mother Goddess in this endeavour, that is our inner feminine nature.
As you exhale during your early morning breathing, expel all imperfections, mental disturbances, unhealthy proclivities, undigested experiences and all other forms of ‘dark energy’ with your out-going breath, with you incoming-breath welcome light, vitality, affection and enthusiasm bringing it within for rejuvenating each cell. Offer all your imperfections to the Universal Mother, and accept from Her in return Her vital, loving, maternal energy.
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September also brings with it completion of my yearly cycle here on mother Earth. One year wiser or is it? And to tell you, its been a blessing. Nothing else. Pure and humbly. With a family like you to share my few tid-bits. It has been an exciting, loving, caring and sharing, a home which has let me practice and experiment with my writing. And above all one that has made me travel to those places that I might never be able to wander. Even though I ll still try.
You, this world has been my nectar to say the least, and some jewels, sunshine that entered my life here, strangely and unbelievablly some which have come together to be co-life travellers.
Some images of the day, I decided to celebrate it with children at school. Joanna’s cake made it till here.
It is unthankable. But please accept my Love.
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Lastly, my heartfelt tribute to an era that left us, this world in September. The Queen. We Indians have known her closely and well. But to my own surprise, I had no idea that she was such an important part of people’s lives. A pillar that everybody had quietly looked up to all their lives. Such outpouring of love on streets, social media, I really was not expecting it. And it was around this time I came across something so special that showed me a side of her which could be anybody’s, and how much she valued small things, it is called life.
Shared by a man named Andy, he writes and I quote:
“My father worked in the Buckingham Palace mail room for a short while in the 1970s. It was a period when letter bombs were being sent to prominent figures in the UK by the IRA and it was his job to inspect the queen’s mail for any potential explosive devices. The man he worked with, a fellow ammunition technician, himself was a stamp collector. And He couldn’t believe his luck. He, out of hundreds of people was offered a job where envelopes, with exotic stamps stuck on them, were coming in from all over the world. The man would inspect the mail and then promptly tear off the stamp for his own collection. He even brought an exotic box to keep the stamps safe and well. Little did he know about the queen. It must be the fourth or the fifth day when a note quietly made its way down from the queen. ‘Please do not remove my stamps.’
Rest in Power Queen Elizabeth the II.
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