The morning arrived with a soft drizzle and overcast skies, but I wasn’t deterred. There’s something about walking in that kind of weather, gentle, reflective, grounding. I laced up and made my way to the promenade, determined to begin my day with movement and intention.
Today held a quiet sense of purpose. My mission was clear: complete the onboarding activities triggered by my new role, attend a few midday meetings, and prepare for a sacred evening prayer. In our Hindu tradition, we observe an annual prayer to honor our ancestors, a moment of remembrance, gratitude, and spiritual grounding.
I spent the afternoon preparing with care. I made soji, a sweet dish offered during the prayer, and allowed myself to move slowly, intentionally. There’s something deeply healing about rituals, how they connect us to lineage, memory, and meaning.
As evening approached, the day had slipped by quickly. A loved one arrived at my door to join me for the prayer, and together we stepped into that sacred space. Sharing the experience made it even more uplifting. Afterward, we enjoyed dinner and a relaxed evening, filled with quiet conversation and the kind of comfort that only comes from being truly present.
Now, as I prepare for sleep, I feel a deep sense of contentment. My heart is full, with gratitude for what has unfolded, and awe at the growth that continues to happen, often in the most unexpected ways. Today reminded me that even amidst the drizzle, there is light. Even in the quiet, there is movement.
~Nerusha
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