Suzanne Bernert

Knocking at the door of sleep... I am getting so lost in myself ... Tumbling down inward into the myriad ways of sleep... the inside you that you experience but can't remember... The inside you that reflects your day,week,life but in such an irrational and unbelievably real way that you wake up disoriented.... ... sometimes laughing ... ... sometimes crying ... ... never really knowing why ...

My personal view 🙏 If you are centered in yourself the question  of boundaries doesn't occur... you will intuitively know when to do what. I have discovered this myself in the Pandemic when Kriya Yoga and Meditation came into my life. After about 6 months my interactions started changing to the better and I didn't try to intellectually understand a situation....I just knew ... in the case of bad intentions? You can never protect yourself from everything that can happen...it would mean protecting yourself from life. And life we are born to live full on....

That moment between sleep and awake..the twilight zone where the dream feels more real than what the day promises to be... where the temptation to just fall back, pull the covers over your head and go back to that sweet state of dreams is so big.. Definitely bigger than the promise of a cup of hot coffee while the noise of the headlines is screaming at you ... this has happened and that will happen....there is a crisis here and an impending disaster there... Bigger than knowing you will be going to work to a job that you might no like anymore like you used to... Bigger than the talk you need to have with your partner about the problems that you have...  Oh yes...so tempting to just go back to sleep and let that crazy world go ahead without you for a few moments more....

Melodious ... unbelievable voice ...  The voice that embodied every emotion ever portrayed on screen..... The one voice that you felt is part of your life....part of memories you made on the way.. the first kiss, the first fight, the first drive in the new car while one of her songs was playing on the radio... the magical time in cinemas ... the first loss and now the ultimate loss.... A nation says goodbye to it's nightingale....and keeps the melodies alive in the hearts of millions. While her songs are being played all over the neighbourhood we bid farewell on Social Media...  Om Shanti Lata Ji 🙏 ॐ शांति 

The little girl was barefoot...  As I was passing by with 2 layers of socks in my shoes she was happily dancing around her Mom...oblivious to the cold floor under her feet.... on asking her mother if the little one doesn't feel cold, she shrugged and said no...with a small smile on her lips she tried to cajole her daughter...come here beta.. put on some socks.... see, they are so pretty...  No no no... bhago bhago bhago...the girl was half dancing, half running away...giggling to herself, enchanted by the cold under her feet... Happy within herself... what bliss to not feel anything but your own happiness... 

By the end of it,  all will be good... she kept on repeating the sentence again and again in her head like a Mantra.  Good, all will be good.The long hours, the endless discussions, the never ending stream of work. All will be good. It had to be .... Or all would be have been in vain...  No, that wasn't a thought she let enter her mind.The presentation would be perfect and her start up idea would take her to heights she could not even imagine right now.  Determined she had set out on this journey. Believing in herself and her idea. Pushing her doubts and even her friends to the side. One single goal eating up all her energy.  *** Now years later she would look back at that moment her life changed.  Hardly recognising who she used to be. Feeling like more than one lifetime had passed. Looking back at the fresh faced, eager and energetic young woman who wanted it all. But who also lost a lot. No family or friends to celebrate success with....  No one to ...

While walking down the road he encountered a crowd of people..... All were standing around an object on the ground he couldn't make out. Agitated voices were floating through the air and a sense of confusion and urgency was there...  Wondering what happened,  he slowly inched forward.Not sure what the situation was. Maybe someone got hurt? An accident? A lost child? He still couldn't see what was on the ground....Just the moving crowd, arms,legs,waving hands. Colorful blobs against the amber colored sky where the sun was about to set. It had been a wonderful day and he was dreading to end it on an unpleasant note. But curiosity won him over and he finally had reached the cluster of people who surrounded a tiny bird on the ground. Everyone was discussing what to do with it. Everyone  knew better than the next person.A child had found the fledgling first and on calling his mother a crowd had started to gather. What to do? How to do it? Where did it fall from? Was it safe to...