Part 7 : My Inner Light (Sun)
There are many ways we imagine light within us. For some, it is a gentle flame, for others a soft moonbeam, or even the calm reflection on water. For me,…
Journal
Reflections on art, healing and spirit: what I learn at the easel, in meditation, and in the galleries I visit.
Therapeutic
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Part 6 : Our Inner Light
There is a light within each of us. It is not bound to a single form—sometimes it shines like the morning sun, warm and expansive, filling everything it touches. Sometimes…
Part 5 : Our Goals and Shadows
Every journey carries with it a direction—an intention, a destination that pulls us forward. At the centre of our path rests this intention, glowing quietly, waiting for us to walk…
Part 4 : Self Love
At the centre of everything lies a still point. It is quiet, untouched, a space where no judgment exists—only presence. From that place, the journey begins. A spiral unfurls outward,…
Part 3: The Quiet Strength of Gratitude
Gratitude, when it is allowed to sink deeply into us, becomes far more than a polite courtesy or a fleeting acknowledgment. It becomes a lens through which we see life…
Part 2 : The Geometry of Our Inner Wiring
If neurons are the sparks of thought and memory, then the patterns they create are the hidden geometry of our being. They weave not only currents and loops but forms…
Part 1: The Patterns of Our Neurons
Inside each of us lies an invisible universe, more intricate and vast than the galaxies we look up to at night. Our neurons — these tiny sparks of light within…
My Own Water Land
This painting came alive one evening when I allowed myself to sit quietly and tune inwards. I wasn’t trying to create anything specific. I wasn’t planning a design or thinking…
Carrying Light Within
Carrying Light Within There are moments in life when hope feels like a small flame—fragile, flickering, almost uncertain of its place in the world. Yet when we choose to…
The Canvas Within: Art as a Personal Healing Practice
I didn’t begin painting to become an artist. I began painting because something inside me needed space — to breathe, to feel, to release. Over time, I’ve come to understand…
Art as a Way Back to Myself
There are days when words don’t reach far enough. When thoughts feel too heavy or scattered to untangle. In those moments, I turn to art. Not to create something impressive.…
Spiritual
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Durga Ma: The Eternal Force of the Divine Feminine
Durga Ma is not just a deity of myth — she is the eternal pulse of life itself. She is the force that awakens when we feel powerless, the light…
Balance
When we pause long enough to notice, nature reveals itself as a tapestry woven with threads of balance. Every blade of grass leans into the wind and rises again without…
Patterns of Becoming
When I look within, I don’t see life as fixed pieces neatly arranged. I see currents moving, blending, and reshaping themselves — thoughts turning into feelings, feelings shifting into insight,…
The Labyrinth Within
Sometimes life feels like one giant labyrinth — not the kind you walk through with stone walls and sharp corners, but an invisible one, made of thoughts, emotions, and questions…
