Today I will say a quote by Nikos Kazantzakis in his Autobiographical book “Report to Greco”:
I said to the Almond Tree[amugdale] my sister, speak to me about God. And the Almond tree bloomed!
Είπα στη μυγδαλιά, αδελφή, μίλησε μου για τον Θεό. Και η μυγδαλιά άνθησε. [ Αναφορά στον Γκρέκο. Νίκος Καζαντζάκης].
LOVE,
THELMA

London was no different, nor Mexico. I remember being pulled out of line in the airport in Houston and detained my American officials, who informed me that I was no longer an “official resident” of the U.S. “What have you been doing in Mexico all this time?” they asked. Where exactly had I been and why, with whom, and for what?

Then, even when I moved to Miami, all was well, so long as I was in university there – six years. But then when I finished my degree, and I didn’t leave, old friends, family members, acquaintances, they began to ask those same old questions: “What did you come here seeking in the first place? Haven’t you found it by now? Why are you still here?” In that period, I was highly involved in an ashram, and that became my ready-made excuse: “I’m here because SwamiJi is here.” But that wasn’t the real truth, at least it wasn’t the lasting truth, because, after a time, even those words rang empty and hollow in my mouth. Eventually, it was time to move on, but not because some predetermined “mission” had been accomplished, nor some sought after and simple “goal” had been accomplished. It was time to move on, simply because I awoke one day in mid-February and felt it in my bones.

Finally, after these and numberous similar experiences, I’ve learned to “toss the dogs their bones” – give them whatever answers they seem to be fishing for, but never to take my own answers seriously myself, and never ever allow their interrogations to enter into my inner dialogue or intrude upon my deeper understanding of myself. There, deep within me, I know the real answer: I am here, where I am now, because I am here. Though I may stay for a year, or a decade, or awaken tomorrow and suddenly feel impelled to leave before sunset the next day – I am certain that I am always precisely where I am meant to be, where I am supposed to be, and that knowing is enough for me.

When it comes to compasses and timeclocks – the tools I need to tell me which direction to take, where to go next, and how long to stay -my devices of my intellect have never served me so well as the simple marrow within my bones. This holds true for both the minor excursions, as well as this Greater Journey I find myself on.

Love to you all!
Savita

If you think you are beaten, you are
If you think you dare not, you don’t
If you like to win, but think you can’t,
it is almost certain you won’t.

If you think you lose, you’re lost
For out of the world we find,
Success begins with a fellow’s will-
It’s all in the state of mind.

If you think you are outclassed, you are,
You’ve got to think high to rise,
You’ve got to be sure of yourself before
You can ever win a prize.

Life’s battles don’t always go
To the stronger or faster man,
But soon or late the man who wins
Is the man WHO THINKS HE CAN!