Anoushka reconnects with her spirit
Through struggle, comes change. Through hardship, comes reflection. In bad times, we find our hearts, writes Anoushka Shankar.entertainment Updated: Oct 23, 2009 17:39 IST
Through struggle, comes change. Through hardship, comes reflection. In bad times, we find our hearts. And similarly, though it’s quite a personal journey, I’m not sure what else to write about, as this is at the forefront of my mind and heart right now. So I have to say how incredible it feels to currently be reconnecting with my spirit, more than I have in a very long time.
In this past month, I’ve been meditating again, speaking to spiritual healers and teachers, and even praying again! It’s funny how I had travelled away from simple prayer without even realising it. It’s so easy to intellectualise our journeys and knowledge and beliefs, and in recent months I’ve been guilty of that, and didn’t even realise how off-centre I had become. There are many ways in which I moved away from organised religion years ago, but in doing so I also moved away from the very spiritual practices that I actually believe in!
Yes I do yoga, and that connects me to my spirit, and yes, in playing music I connect to my core and to a sensation of divinity in the world. However, I forgot the simplicity and humility involved in making time for that divine connection in our lives. I only made time for it when I wanted to, or thought I could access it, as in music or yoga, whenever I wanted. But I’m finding out now what should have been perfectly obvious all along: when I make it a part of my daily life, when I commit to a spiritual practice, my life becomes imbibed with spirituality and grace. It infuses everything with a purpose and meaning. And, I’m finding a strength that can only come from offering myself up to something bigger than myself, and feeling connected to it.
It’s just so beautiful! I’ve always had trouble feeling rooted in life. It could be because I was raised between three continents and have always retained lives in these three places. It makes life exotic, dramatic and varied, but actually makes one feel a bit homeless or foreign wherever one may be. And so, in lieu of a specific place, I used to always root myself to the people in my life. But that can be dangerous, as I learned after a break-up earlier this year. If you root into someone, something, or someplace else, than when life shifts, you find yourself adrift.
And now, finally, I’m learning to root into myself. Into the deepest part of myself: that which is universal and eternal and always true. And I am filled with awe. Sorry if this is a really hippie-dippie column but it’s where I’m at right now. Have a great weekend guys!