My father was a joyful individual who had the sweetest smile and distinct laugh. His favorite color was blue. My two younger daughters know him through the photographs, stories, and songs we share. Recently, my daughter Arya drew him from those memories. Her drawing brought me joy, eight years after his death. Love and grief can share the same moment. Gratitude can honor both.
Through ‘Mindfulness Masala’, I bring culture and lived experience into practice. Nourishment can come through a song, a sacred language, a special meal, or a story passed between generations.
