Where the Path Begins

I didn’t begin this path with clarity. I began with restlessness. A quiet pull. A sense of remembering something I could not name. Not a destination – just a turning inward.

This journal is not meant to teach. It is meant to witness.Witness moments of stillness and storms. Questions that arise without answers. Faith that appears without proof.

Shiv, for me, is not distant. He is the silence that remains when the noise falls away.

Shakti is not chaos. She is the movement that carries me forward even when I am afraid.

some days devotion feels like surrender. somedays it feels like resistence. And some days, it is simply breath. i am learning that the path is not about becoming divine. but about remembering what was never separate.

This is where the path begins. Not with certainty, but with presence.