A Sweet Synchronicity

Dear readers,

On March 1st my Mom brought in some daffodils from the yard, pictured in the photo with this post. Later that day I noticed that my calendars said it was St. David’s Day. My Dad, who just died suddenly on January 25th, was named David, but I had never heard of Saint David’s Day.

The next day I asked my Mom if she had heard of it, and she said no, so I googled and learned that St. David is the patron saint of Wales. The Welsch people celebrate him on March 1st, the date of Saint David’s death in 589 AD, and one of the traditions is to pin DAFFODILS to their clothing! My Mom and I thought that that was a sweet synchronicity…

And then it got better. The next day our synchronicity had a baby synchronicity! One of my aunts informed us that Saint David’s community ate only bread, vegetables, herbs, and water… So I googled, and, amazingly, St. David is considered to be the patron saint of vegetarians and vegans!

Well, my Dad had eaten a strictly whole foods plant-based diet since having his first “widow-maker” heart attack in 2012, and when they met with the surgeon in January (prior to the bypass surgery that he did not recover from), the surgeon told him that had it not been for his good diet and exercise, he would have been seeing the surgeon four years ago. So, my Dad got four extra years of living because he was dedicated to eating the plant-based diet. I think he would have loved this story about Saint David being the patron saint of vegans!

There is a power inherent in synchronicities. I believe the potency comes from the Great Mystery, and it instills a sense of awe. I mean, just how does the Universe line these things up?

Have you noticed any interesting synchronicities lately?

With gratitude and awe,
StarFire Teja


Silence with a Peacock

“When the peacock has presented his back, the spectator will usually begin to walk around him to get a front view; but the peacock will continue to turn so that no front view is possible. The thing to do then is to stand still and wait until it pleases him to turn. When it suits him, the peacock will face you. Then you will see in a green-bronze arch around him a galaxy of gazing, haloed suns. This is the moment when most people are silent.”
~ Flannery O’Connor, in her story “The King of the Birds.”


Dear readers,

How do you feel when you look at this peacock? If you were standing face-to-face with him, would you remain silent?

With awe for this wondrous bird being,
StarFire Teja


Photo by Siddhant Kumar on Unsplash.

Three Hours Left

Dear readers, the intention of this post is not to induce fear, but rather to impart feelings of awe, appreciation, positivity, connectivity, and rootedness in the priorities dwelling in the ground of your being.

Imagine that we humans discovered that in three hours time, some natural force was going to cause planet Earth to explode and entirely disintegrate.

What were your first thoughts when you read that?

When I imagine that there are only three hours left, my first thoughts go towards trying to grok what would happen to everything and everyone… Where would all of our souls go? What would happen to all the memories and experiences and energies?

All of the stories would just be done. All of the histories, cultures, art, music, inventions, and creations would be gone. It is mind-blowing to even consider the ramifications of such an explosion. All of the mountains, oceans, rivers, deserts, canyons, forests, flowers, birds, butterflies, cows, and bears would be gone. And what would happen next?

After considering all of that, my next thoughts go towards deciding how to spend the last three hours. I decided I would spend the first hour calling loved ones and saying good-byes, and the last two hours praying and chanting (singing sacred mantras). My intention would be to die consciously while feeling connected to the Divine Source. To me, that would be the ultimate Surrender to God. I am not sure what happens to us after we die, but I know that when I am singing spiritual songs, I feel connected with Something Greater, and I feel calmed by that Force from beyond this realm. So, I feel that chanting at the time of death would be a way to die peacefully.

I began chanting as a daily spiritual practice more than fifteen years ago. I usually sing along with CDs by my favorite chant artist, Krishna Das. One day in 2008, I was evaluating my priorities in life, and I suddenly found myself saying out loud, “I want to live inside the chant.” Well, at that time my sons were 8 and 11, and I was busy with many worldly responsibilities, so it was not possible to live inside the chant all the time!

Now I’m in a new nun phase, but still there are many things to do each day beyond chanting. So when I think about my priorities if there were three hours left, versus what is happening in my life now, it makes me wonder if I could somehow commit to chanting more each day… But, then I also think that if you knew you were about to die, and you wanted to die a peaceful, conscious death, then of course you would drop everything and just focus on that. Whereas, if you are still in the midst of full-on living, you can’t just drop everything and do your top passion all the time.

What do you think about all that? What would you do if there were only three hours left, and how would those priorities line up with how you live your daily life now?

I hope this post inspires you to feel awe and appreciation for this sacred planet Earth, as well as rootedness in the priorities dwelling in the ground of your being.

May you feel positively connected to everyone and everything!



image Courtesy NASA/JPL-Caltech