Letting her Vishuddha be as it is!

This morning, we woke up planning to hike Annapolis Rock, but a wrong turn in navigation carried us to Sugarloaf Mountain instead. It felt unplanned, yet just right, the kind of change that reminds you how much of life is about letting go and following where the path takes you. As we walked, my thoughts drifted back to the time I hiked to Mardi Base Camp in Nepal. That climb tested every part of me: my body straining against the cold, my mind resisting the thin air and endless snow. I remember how resilience revealed itself not in grand moments, but in small, steady steps forward. Every hike has its own rhythm, its own phases. There is the uphill battle where the weight of the earth seems to push you back. There is the downhill ride that feels lighter but demands careful footing. There is the draining sun that tests your patience and the soothing breeze that restores your spirit. Sometimes a cool drizzle falls, washing away the dust and offering quiet relief. Hiking teaches me abou...