This piece is a gift I adore best than any gift I ever received. I'm weeping with it. I'm going to keep it close to my heart. The wisdom delivered from the depth of inundated suffering, the lifting of veil from the face darkness, the boundless overflowing empathy, and the constant company of prayers received, I'm deeply grateful for what you chose to give so freely. There is so much more, you have given me, that I cannot put my finger on but I embrace all of it, with all my heart.
If words were meant to do anything, it was meant to do what you did with it. It is meant to help, love, and show, all who need it. I'm eternally grateful for your presence. May my warmth for you be expressed in all elements of nature that touches you today in your beautiful home. May the water carry my tears to you, and the wind whispers my prayers, may the earth that you sit on be my loving embrace, may the trees gives you the protection of all my gurus and may the food you eat be their blessings. May divine grace be your constant medicine. 💜
Thank you so much, Swarna. 💖 Your last two pieces especially drove a lot of the realisations that led to this unpacking of despair, and a depth response was only fitting!
I am deeply grateful that your have received this piece in precisely the spirit in which it was written. Your presence and works are truly appreciated, and above all thank you for this inspiration.
I'm humbled by your masterful eloquence. This is probably one of the most beautiful prose I have read in a long time. Your emotional integrity reminds me of the essence of Bhakti yoga. Your word wizardy is inspired from a place of intimate knowing of pain and bliss, it flows from a place connected to the divine. I'm merely a propelling factor for this piece, but you are the force behind it. This 'you' the observer who writes, is the higher egoless self that I recognised the very first time I read Surrender now.
I'm arrested in awe. Thank you for writing this. 🌼💜
Dear friend, I am here reading this all over again, yet another time. There are pins and needles all over my being as I type this message. But I am here for all of it, and I am grateful to have received this gift of an essay to cling to in my deepest despair. To know that someone across this world knows this incomprehensible grief and yet have decided to move forward in life with tenderness. Thank you and bless you my dearest friend. 💜
Beloved friend, you are a mirror of love. May you be consoled by the fact of your awakened divinity and the grace of your father's blessing from heaven. ❤️
Thank you for having the courage to write this and share it with the world. I unexpectedly lost a friend last year and it plunged me into the depths of grief for the first time. I realised that the depth of my grief is a reflection of the depth of my love. The deeper I grieve, the deeper I honour the love that is in my heart. I also noticed how grief expanded my ability to feel more deeply as a human. In a way it is a gift. Shortly after I wrote a piece and a workshop called “The Gift of Grief”. Allow yourself to feel the full chaos of emotions as you move through this ❤️🙏🏽
I think this is one of your best pieces yet. You’ve bottled the feeling of despair with words in a way that I think people who—luckily—haven’t experienced it, can also get a glimpse of it.
This piece is a gift I adore best than any gift I ever received. I'm weeping with it. I'm going to keep it close to my heart. The wisdom delivered from the depth of inundated suffering, the lifting of veil from the face darkness, the boundless overflowing empathy, and the constant company of prayers received, I'm deeply grateful for what you chose to give so freely. There is so much more, you have given me, that I cannot put my finger on but I embrace all of it, with all my heart.
If words were meant to do anything, it was meant to do what you did with it. It is meant to help, love, and show, all who need it. I'm eternally grateful for your presence. May my warmth for you be expressed in all elements of nature that touches you today in your beautiful home. May the water carry my tears to you, and the wind whispers my prayers, may the earth that you sit on be my loving embrace, may the trees gives you the protection of all my gurus and may the food you eat be their blessings. May divine grace be your constant medicine. 💜
Thank you so much, Swarna. 💖 Your last two pieces especially drove a lot of the realisations that led to this unpacking of despair, and a depth response was only fitting!
I am deeply grateful that your have received this piece in precisely the spirit in which it was written. Your presence and works are truly appreciated, and above all thank you for this inspiration.
I'm humbled by your masterful eloquence. This is probably one of the most beautiful prose I have read in a long time. Your emotional integrity reminds me of the essence of Bhakti yoga. Your word wizardy is inspired from a place of intimate knowing of pain and bliss, it flows from a place connected to the divine. I'm merely a propelling factor for this piece, but you are the force behind it. This 'you' the observer who writes, is the higher egoless self that I recognised the very first time I read Surrender now.
I'm arrested in awe. Thank you for writing this. 🌼💜
🙏🏻 ❤ 🕊
Dear friend, I am here reading this all over again, yet another time. There are pins and needles all over my being as I type this message. But I am here for all of it, and I am grateful to have received this gift of an essay to cling to in my deepest despair. To know that someone across this world knows this incomprehensible grief and yet have decided to move forward in life with tenderness. Thank you and bless you my dearest friend. 💜
Beloved friend, you are a mirror of love. May you be consoled by the fact of your awakened divinity and the grace of your father's blessing from heaven. ❤️
💜💜💜
Thank you for having the courage to write this and share it with the world. I unexpectedly lost a friend last year and it plunged me into the depths of grief for the first time. I realised that the depth of my grief is a reflection of the depth of my love. The deeper I grieve, the deeper I honour the love that is in my heart. I also noticed how grief expanded my ability to feel more deeply as a human. In a way it is a gift. Shortly after I wrote a piece and a workshop called “The Gift of Grief”. Allow yourself to feel the full chaos of emotions as you move through this ❤️🙏🏽
I think this is one of your best pieces yet. You’ve bottled the feeling of despair with words in a way that I think people who—luckily—haven’t experienced it, can also get a glimpse of it.
Again, thanks for sharing your soul. ❤️
Thank you, Jibran! It means a lot to me that you connect in this way to my work. 🙏🏻