New moon practice

0 percent illumination and time to meditate under the dark night skies, on what is unseen, that has not surfaced to our awareness yet, that lies in the deepest layers of this ocean. To mediate with this unknown, to surrender to this unrevealed territory with a silent mind, dive in this ‘mysterious’ while holding on to nothing, this is my new moon practice. 🙏💓

Welcoming June 💓

Waning crescent moon 10% illumination.

Lot of shadow work this quarter , lot of past hurtful cycles resurfacing, and finding myself to be back there again even more challenging since you think you have made some progress but what’s not healed is not healed, and it resurfaces and all the soul work you have done seems to have not worked but it’s a continuous process to work on. All the pain always leads to something transformational and revolutionary. Started my day with a Goddess saying go create some gold so I had a sacred mission for this day :).

Setting up my intentions for June not with things to do, but with how I want to feel. I want to focus on these feelings that I want to co-create with my current environment and my community. To feel belonged, to feel loved , to feel one , to feel happy, to be helpful, to be creative, to feel healthy. Journaled in this lovely space today with a tiny flower, many little bugs and moths stopping by with message of cohabitation . We are welcoming June blooms here together. A very happy and lovely and prosperous and peaceful month of June dear ones 💓💓💓

Mother

Look at Mother,

an infinite and mystical ocean

of all things of beauty and bliss

perfectly aligned,

growing and functioning

in complete harmony with each other,

without any noise, without any chaos,

so quietly, so magnificently

with utmost grace

with utmost divinity,

each of her branches

each of her wild flowers

birthing in her

prospering in her

and eventually merging in her-

one perfected meditation

one sacred flow

the purest union,

she is Mother

she is naturally breathing in me

I am naturally her.

~

Vaishali Paliwal

Pure Yuccas on my trails

During our camping trip this weekend, as soon as we entered deeper end of Los Angeles national forest, we saw Yucca blooms everywhere scattered so beautifully it seemed like someone has painted the white petals over the desert mountains.

I stopped by many times to soak in their perfect glimpse but this particular trail was exceptionally divine loaded with the Yuccas growing abundantly on the desert soil.

There was so much roughness in the terrain where I stood under one of the Yuccas, yet their majestic flowers growing tall towards the sun, softened everything instantly. In that tough earth of mostly rocks, they are managing to keep their beauty and strength . Known for transmutation, protection and purification symbolically, I can vouch for each of these things I felt in their presence❤️.

Life and her tiny miracles

Learning to stop and see- these tiny miracles- this paradise that we are in- the absolute bliss we have a chance to get anytime we want.

From one of my morning walks, I saw this little one immediately holding all my attention. Such beauty in its every thread, it’s delicate stem, and sunlight falling on its divine skin.

As I walk everyday towards this wisdom tree as I like to call it, I see it as holding all the magic of the universe in it- a certain source from where all our beauty origins. I thank it everyday. I say a prayer.

The softness, the freshness, deep green color of every tiny blade of grass leading to this small bloom in the middle of the gardens. I meditate on it. I meditate with it. We swim in our heaven.

Here I lie under the wisdom tree gazing without interruption it’s swaying branches and leaves enjoying the gentle wind. I find my absolute comfort, my serenity and peace, my light under the shade of holy Mother.

Flowers on all my trails, my every journey has been blessed by Mother with such miraculous blooms.

Vaishali Paliwal

Arrival

Photo by Vaishali Paliwal

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a shadow enters the glass house walking past that moment of letting go. it walks through known old corridors of supposed reality, corridors that keep narrowing down, but eventually open to a blue sky showing itself in full glory inspite of those high walls surrounding it. hands touch blades of grass that are not real reminding of old traumas and lost words. but a nearby fern continues to breathe,veins of it sharp and shining in bright green seas.

life breathes easy, it flows through the branches of mother flawlessly. it is tender and reachable yet wild and unpredictable. it is always leading the shadow, always holding its hands through all constructions whether true or not, through all conflicts whether real or not, shadow that is me now knocking on my lover’s door.

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Vaishali Paliwal

Sacred reminders

i see from far one tree blooming with a flower on her every leaf. feather like petals of the red blooms flying in summer air falling on the ground very gently, so quietly i feel time has vanished. they have sunlight entering them in corners settled between this world and the other, that reaches my eyes like divine light. and in this surreal moment i learn to surrender. i merge. i am part of her magic now. i stand under the tree ecstatic having found my memory back. i remember these flowers now. they have always made a path to my holy gardens, leading me to my beloved, holding my hands through all waves, always reminding me of the pilgrimage i was born here to take.

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Vaishali Paliwal