Hi Everyone 👋 I know many of you are Skool community owners, so I’d like to ask you how things are going for you. I’d love to see your honest comments too. Also, if you are not a Skool community owners, what are you looking for on Skool?

Spending more time outside during the summer solstice has me thinking about our relationship with sunlight. Nature doesn't seem to force energy into existence. It receives it. Plants don't strive harder to create life. They receive sunlight and transform it into living tissue. Rivers don't force themselves to flow. They simply follow the landscape. It made me wonder how often I try to manufacture energy instead of creating the conditions to receive it. The last few days, I've spent hours outside in the sunshine, and I've noticed I have more energy than I do after another cup of coffee. That surprised me. Maybe receiving is an active relationship with the things that allow us to thrive. An active surrender to the wisdom woven into life. I'm beginning to wonder if peace isn't something we create, but something we remember when we stop fighting against the rhythms that sustain us. What helps you return to that place? P.S. I thought this picture goes well with this, my son in a power stance under the sky.

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Hi Everyone 👋 I am sitting here this morning, still a little fragile, but my heart is so remarkably full that I had to come here and write this out before the feeling fades. As some of you know, I had scheduled a live video call for us last night. I was genuinely excited. My notes were ready, my space was set, and I was looking forward to that beautiful, electric energy of us being together in real time. And then, about forty minutes before we were meant to connect, my body decided to stage a full scale rebellion. Out of nowhere, I was hit with a wave of severe stomach cramps and the kind of aggressive digestive distress that leaves you completely humbled on the bathroom floor. It wasn't just discomfort; it was a total system shutdown. In that moment, all my carefully laid plans dissolved into nothing. I couldn't stand up straight, let alone sit in front of a camera and offer coherent wisdom. With a heavy heart and a churning gut, I made the call to cancel. Now, I want to pause here and be completely honest with you. In that vulnerable moment, as I lay there curled up, a wave of shame and guilt washed over me. I felt like I had let you down. I worried you might think I was making excuses or that your time had been wasted. The inner critic whispered, “You call yourself a teacher? You can’t even show up for your own community.” But then, something extraordinary happened. I reached for my phone, dreading what I might find. And there they were...your messages. One after another. Not a single complaint. Just wave after wave of pure, unadulterated kindness. “Oh dear, sending healing vibes.” “Sending you positive vibes.” “Hope you feel better soon.” “Hope you feel better soon, Baba Ji! Sending you healing hugs.” "So sorry to hear that. Sending you lots of healing light" Do you have any idea what that did to my spirit in that painful moment? It didn't just soothe my embarrassment; it healed something deeper. It reminded me that I am not just a content provider to you. I am a fellow traveller, held in the warm embrace of a true Sangha. The Intersection of Illness and Grace