Tales from India

I was on a spiritual high as I said goodbye to my dear friends in India.
Feeling grateful and blessed for 3 magical weeks of teachings, temples, prayers and devotion.
Hugging, promising to be back soon, I heard something hit the floor.
I looked down and saw half of my Cartier Love bracelet on the ground.
I was stunned to see the bracelet that I had worn for so many years, broken at my feet.
My heart skipped a beat not because of the price tag, because it was my talisman.
Stunned, how could a bracelet held together by screws just fall from my wrist.
Immediately, I paniced, thinking this was not a good sign.

I bought the iconic bracelet ‘the symbol of love’ while I was working at Cartier.
I was considered fortunate because very few were allowed to buy due to the high demand.
I chuckled to myself, deliberating if I should pass. There was no special someone, partner or lover.
I wanted a love story to go with my Love bracelet.
So, I thought of the fairy tales I read while I was growing up.
Those magical tales, filled with romance and forevers.
I imagined my consort gifting the bracelet as a symbol of his love, tenderly turning the golden screws, sealing our love for all of eternity.
I was already widowed and divorced, convinced that love was not in my future.
Certain I was burning off some bad karma from a past life.
But the truth was, I still hoped that someone held the key to unlocking my heart.
After all, isn’t that the way fairy tales end.

But I knew better and wasn’t buying into the story.
I had left behind the pages of the past and was moving forward.
I decided to stop waiting for love to find me, and began to connect with the love inside of me.
Without hesitation, I bought the bracelet as a gift to myself.
Turning the screws, I made a promise to wear the bracelet as a reminder to love myself.
Knowing you can’t give or receive love until you accept yourself and all of your beautiful, perfect imperfections.

As I picked the bracelet up from the floor, I understood why it fell from my wrist.
I no longer needed a bracelet to remind myself that all the love I need, is right inside of me.

 

Healing From Grief Lies In Honoring The Pain

I was scanning the books on the Barnes and Noble shelves, searching for the one that would show me the magic formula to take away my pain. Grief was my new companion, pulsating through my being. We were one.

I was in my 30s. What did I know about death? There was no preparing for the moment when my husband would be taken from me. A shocking diagnosis descended upon us and illness consumed my beloved. We were ill-equipped and unprepared to handle this — my heart left shattered in a million pieces. The only world I had known gone forever — leaving me with memories and ashes. There was nothing and everything to reassemble. Read more

Reading List For A Truth(full) Life

We all need inspiration and insight to tap into our own Truth, from time-to-time. Here are some of my favorite books that have helped me to do just that. I hope you find them just as soulful. Enjoy!

Spirit & Soul

Meditation & Inspiration

Purpose & Creativity

Body & Health

What are some of your favorite reads? Tell us in the comments below.

Love and light,

Kathe

The Space Between…

I quoted Viktor Frankl in my dharma talk at yoga class last week: “Between stimulus and response, there is a space. 
In that space is our power to choose our response. 
In our response lies our growth and our freedom.”

The sentiment really resonated with me. Heavy demands and tight deadlines had been weighing me down. Everything that could have gone wrong, had. I was exhausted and my brain was in overload.

After class was over, I locked the studio door and stepped outside, looking forward to a relaxing evening at home. And then it hit me. My car was gone! Trying not to freak out, I noticed a guy standing nearby and asked if he’d seen anyone take it.

‘I sure did, lady. I watched them tow it.’

I began to melt down.

As I walked to the police station, tears filled my eyes and anger filled my heart. I tried to calm myself. Didn’t the world know I needed a win?

I rang the buzzer and the officer let me in. I look at him puzzled and asked gently, ‘Why would you tow my car?’

He replied, old and icy. ‘Overdue registration, lady.’

I stared at him. He looked away, clearly seeing I was upset but not saying a word. Waiting for me to lose my cool. (I was waiting for me to lose my cool, in fact.) He prepared himself for the worst, and I was silent.

I knew I was in the wrong. I couldn’t win this one.

What happened next left me speechless.

The officer looked at me and apologized. He felt terrible that he’d towed my car.

‘I’m sorry,’ he said. You’re such a nice lady.’

He felt so terrible in fact, that he drove me to the garage to pick up my car. Stunned, I couldn’t believe what was happening.

And then I remembered….

In the space between….lies our growth and our freedom.