Recognising What We Give

Recognising What We Give

It was a quiet morning in the woods, the kind where everything feels unhurried. My dog walked beside me, close enough that my little finger rested lightly on the lead. Nothing dramatic. Just a familiar rhythm between us.And yet something about that moment stayed with...
🧡 The Garden Bench: A Mango Orange Memory

🧡 The Garden Bench: A Mango Orange Memory

There’s a bench in my garden — old, weathered, and quietly sacred. It’s not the one at Golden Acre Park, though that one holds its own story. This bench sits by the greenhouse, nestled in the rhythm of daily life. It’s over 20 years old, and in my father’s final year,...
A Heartfelt Tribute to Manhar Patel: A Legacy of Love

A Heartfelt Tribute to Manhar Patel: A Legacy of Love

It is hard to believe that it is been eleven years since my father, Manhar Patel, passed away. He was not just a father, but my best friend, confidant, spiritual teacher, and soul mate. Single-handedly raising me when it was rare for fathers to do so, he became my...
One day to the 11th death anniversary.

One day to the 11th death anniversary.

Tomorrow is my Dad’s eleventh death anniversary and as I approach this day I do not feel good. All this month I was telling myself that I will approach this day with gratitude in my heart, and I am thankful that my father is free from his earthly existence, but I also...