After beginning,
I thought something would change.
I thought there would be clarity.
Answers.
A sense of direction.
Instead, there was just… staying.
Staying with questions that did not resolve.
Staying with silence that did not explain itself.
Staying even when nothing dramatic was happening.
I am learning that the path is not always about movement.
Sometimes it is about not leaving. Not escaping discomfort. Not rushing toward meaning. Not demanding signs. I choose to stay right here and walk slowly with faith.
Shiva feels present in this stillness.
Not as an idea, but as a quiet steadiness.
A reminder that awareness does not need urgency.
Shakti moves differently here. Not as chaos or force,
but as the strength to remain open, even when the mind wants conclusions.
Some days devotion feels like surrender.
Some days it feels like effort,
especially on ordinary days when nothing feels spiritual at all.
We start doubting -is this right? Am I on the right path? And some days, it feels like simply sitting with what is.
I am learning that staying is also a form of faith. Even when you don’t have the strength to stay, you choose to stay on the path.
And that is what matters the most. I am learning to stay .
Not knowing . . .
and still remaining.