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Learning lessons of life from the little ones...

I have been witnessing amazing experiences since the last one week.
One parent came to me and she was really unhappy that her son is having behavior problems. The child (8-year-old) had a diagnosis of Autism and communicates by using just a few words.
You know what I have this amazing sense to feel people by their energies. When a family enters my consultation room, sometimes I feel pins all over my body and I know that the family is really really stressed.
And then there are others who visit me, who are passing through the same experience as the others but they carry with them a blanket of peace and calm and I am also sucked into it.
There are others who come who comb my “being” with vibrations of deep insights revealing strong, intense and raw truths about life.
So, I love to nurture this sense in me and love to sense people and their energies. So, when the door opens, my energy antennae start sensing – is it heavy, light or sorted or confused or just peace...
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Makar Sankranti and Lohri...

Its makar Sankranti tomorrow. Lohri was yesterday... My son comes and says “What is this god bod thing mummy”?
He says “Mummy, what is the reason to celebrate these things?
Why do we do that? I explained that after this day, days get longer and winter starts to disappear gradually. And people eat laddoos made of sesame and jaggery. These are given to all friends and relatives- wherein it symbolizes that happiness and joyous state grows when shared. With the flood of malls and fast food outlets, eating special delicacies on special days is washed away leaving no trace of its importance for the kids. Buying new clothes happens every month when there is a sale on Amazon/Flipkart instead of doing it for festivals. Eating out happens every alternate week at a fast food hub... Things have changed... everything has changed and is changing... the waves are strong and washing away the importance of special days... And then I come back home in the afternoon lost in my thoughts about how this cha…

Gray in transition-just one month....

The last date of coloring my hair was 6th May 2018. And when I was coloring my hair, it used to feel as if the roots show so fast but now when I plan to grow them, time seems to be crawling like a tortoise... I went to my hairdresser and shortened my hair. And you know what I was very happy with the streaks that I gave to my hair so that I move from black to brown. And as time passed by, gloominess and sadness engulfed me. I was feeling really sad and not clear about what was causing the sadness. Anyways, I thought it was time for some EFT for myself.
And the coach Reena and the client Reena came face to face. Graying hair -the emotion beneath it needs to be delicately handled and also transmuted to self-love so that it motivates me to stay put in this journey... Coach:- What are you sad about?
Client:- I am not sure how many grays I have!!! I am so scared about how will I look... What to answer if people ask me what is the reason to go through this entire torture?
Coach:- Reena, what e…

Bye bye Plastic....

When I got married, my mom in law gifted me a lot of steel containers. I was really feeling weird about why steel? Anyways, things went on and then she would cook something nice and send it to us. Everything that was given to us was in a steel container. She had the biggest to the smallest boxes of steel. The biggest to the smallest steel pans with steel lids on it. I still remember I used to just use dishes or plates to cover my pans and my mom in law painstakingly got the exact covers to each of the pans which didn't have a cover. And I was always left to wonder what is it with steel when everything is so easily available in plastic. Many times, I thought it was just about the generation gap and laughed away to it. I appreciated the efforts that she put in the kitchen and the containers. She never told me to stop storing food in plastic containers. She always modeled it for me. Whenever I would ask my father in law to get something from the market, he would very systematically …

Result oriented world....

We want results...and guarantees and warranties... The other day, I was talking to my friend and she told me about this lady who was buying a plant Lady:-Bhaiya phool aayega na?
Bhaiya :-Ha madam!!!
Lady:- Bhaiya, sacchi batao, phool aayega na...?????
Bhaiya:- ha madam.....
Rachel (thinking)- by now the flower is also stressed out and feels the pressure to perform... And today, I was buying watermelon
Reena :- Bhaiya, meetha hoga na?
Bhaiya:- Ha madam!!
Reena:- Bhaiya pakka????...aapko kaise pata chalta hai ke meetha hai ke nahi?
Bhaiya:- Mera experience hai... (My watermelon is stressed and feels the stress of performing) Reena’s wisdom speaks inside her head- Let the plant just be ...
Let the watermelon just be...
Let our kids just be...
Let the life just be...
Enjoy it the way it is ...
Thand rakh yaar... Just be ...
Just live...
Just have fun...

Ssshhhhh.....just let go and believe!!!

So my son put his foot into the lift through the collapsible doors (while it was in motion)- just managed to jut his big toe nail out and get 3 stitches a few months ago. Now the nail is beginning to grow and is a little crooked. It was chipping so I told him that I will cut it. There was a big drama that had already happened in the hospital during stitches and also post that while we had to remove them. And then today Neel- Mummy, I am scared, it will pain... Me- it’s ok, don’t worry... trust me it will be fine ... Neel- but Mummmmmmmmmmmyyyyyyyy (and whining and oouching and ooeeeing and all of that...) Me- (getting restless) I am telling you that it is ok, just trust me ... Neel- Mummy , Mummy , Mummy and (the tone changes to crying now ) Mummy, mummmmmmmmmmmyyyyyyyyyyyy.....(nail cutter is just close to the nail- not even touched it) Me- Neel, Can’t you just trust me ? I love you so much, I will take care....don’t worry!!! Neel- Mummy, muuuuuuuuummmmmmmmyyyyyyyyyy............. oo…

Miss you daddy....

Dearest daddy,
Wishing you many happy returns of the day...
Again another birthday when you are physically not present with us.
Every year, I tell myself that you are happy wherever you are. 
I also tell myself that you are watching us and blessing us and happy for us. 
All of this seems good to listen to and that is all.
Maybe I am trying to fool myself by saying all of this.
All this logic is not accepted by my heart...
It is shunned away...
The truth is- there is an abyss.... the special place in my heart is empty...
Daddy, you are missed when we are happy...
Daddy, you are missed when we are sad...
Daddy, you are missed when I achieve something...
Daddy, you are missed when I make your name proud...
Daddy, you are missed when I see a dad interacting with her daughter...
Daddy, you are missed every single day...
Daddy, you are missed every single moment when I feel grateful...
Daddy, you are missed every single moment when I feel blessed...
Daddy, you are missed by every cell in my body...
Daddy, the…