[This essay won the grand prize for our 2020 holiday essay contest.]
I visited Renay last fall, while my husband was away working in a refugee camp in Kenya, and we were nearing a big transition. After several years of living in Boulder – a lovely bubble – filled with adventures, graduate degrees, stability, and friends, we both felt the urge to live abroad again, to be less comfortable, to make a big ripple and avoid getting complacent. When I met Renay, we were planning to leave the US in January of 2020. The idea was to spend most of our time in India, with no distinct plans for where exactly we would be, what we were going to do, or how long we would stay away. The questions I asked Renay during my Jyotish session were related to the broad arc of this lifetime: What is my role in all this? Being highly trained in both science and yoga, what is the proper balance? How can I be most helpful to the world?
In late January, we packed up, rented out our condo, drove from Colorado to North Carolina to leave a car at my parents’ house, and flew to Rishikesh. We arrived at a large ashram on the banks of the Ganges, a place we had visited four years earlier – a place where we could land and do helpful volunteer work for a while as sevaks. We ended up staying at the ashram for five months, three of those in tight lockdown, not allowed outside the gates to walk in the forest or even take the few steps to the river (except for a brief window in the early morning allowed for Ganga snaan – bathing at the ghat). It was a beautiful prison, with gardens full of hibiscus bushes, roses, and ancient bodhi trees. During this time of being locked in the ashram, I didn’t wear shoes for three full months – not even flip-flops.
Over the course of my conversation with Renay, I learned that I had been under the “gaze of Saturn” for the past ~19 years, and that this cycle would lift around May 2020. Near the end of our discussion, I asked an aside question about how children may or may not fit into this lifetime (my husband and I had always been undecided about whether that was the right path or not, given the environmental, social, karmic, and other considerations involved in such a choice). After consulting the charts and noting some interesting related observations, Renay told me that if we decided to pursue that route, May 2020 would be a conducive time for conception. Otherwise, January 2021 would be the next optimal window, and then not for a few years.
At some point this spring, as the COVID-19 pandemic spread and we were locked in the ashram in Rishikesh, it became clear that becoming a mother may indeed be the right path. After thinking about the logistics, consulting a doctor staying at the ashram, as well as one of the spiritual leaders, we decided to do an experiment – in May 2020. Perhaps unsurprisingly, it was successful, and I confirmed I was pregnant soon after we left the ashram in June to move to a village higher up in the Himalayas near Uttarkashi, along the main upper tributary of the Ganges river called Bhagirathi that tumbles down from Gangotri glacier. Fittingly, the name of the village was Matli – which means “nausea” in Hindi or Sanskrit (highly appropriate for early pregnancy). Of course, unbeknownst to us when we arrived, there happened to be a couple of American doctors (one a midwife) from Aspen, Colorado living in the village, and running a mission clinic and women’s health center. Things always seem to work out this way and fall into place.
Were we out of our minds? Being pregnant, in a small Himalayan village, in the midst of a global pandemic, with no distinct plans for the future, could make it seem so from a certain perspective. But somehow it was perfect.
After about three months in Matli, including more lockdowns, the Indian monsoon, a few highaltitude Himalayan treks, and many delightful motorbike rides through the terraced green idyllic surroundings crumbling with landslides, we descended from the mountains and made our way to Kenya at the end of September. We spent the following two months living at the edge of Lake Naivasha, a magical place with giraffes and zebras, and hippos who come out of the lake at night, and now in December we are back in the US, residing with my parents for a few weeks on the coast of North Carolina before driving out to Colorado around the end of this year. I started a new job as a postdoc at Dartmouth College this fall, working remotely for now as the pandemic rages, but we will move to New Hampshire in the summer. After several months of not being formally involved in science work, this feels like the right balance again.
The baby is due in late February, and she is moving quite a lot these days in her personal womb universe of my body. She has already been immersed in some extraordinarily beautiful places, from being conceived in Rishikesh, to high Himalayan glaciers, to the Maasai Mara in Kenya. After learning I was pregnant, a friend asked out of curiosity if we had been trying for a while. I told her it happened immediately in the first month of the experiment – but to be fair, that we had the advantage of a Jyotish astrologer advising me that May could be a good time. I say it laughingly to friends, but it obviously was accurate. Of course, I ask myself the questions: What would have happened if we had waited? And perhaps more importantly, how would this have played out if I hadn’t met with Renay at all? The net is beautifully complex and full of wonder.
This year, 2020, has been interesting and challenging in different ways for everyone, everywhere around the planet. It seems fitting that Jupiter and Saturn are the closest together in our sky that they have been for the past 400 years (since Galileo’s time). After recently emerging from my time with Saturn, I suppose I feel a special friendliness toward what that planet represents, almost as if being in on some sort of cosmic joke.
Onward we go, with curiosity, steadiness, and a smile, as we tumble along the arrow of time as we perceive it. We’ll see how this goes, spinning threads and tracing arcs.
[This essay won the first place prize for our 2020 holiday essay contest.]
My study of Jyotisha was my anchor this past year helping me weather the crazy climate surrounding us all. I discovered this science while exploring Ayurvedic practices. I had a marma massage with an ayurvedic practitioner and as a part of her protocol she explained other ayurvedic offerings. She explained their purpose, how they worked and the advantages to overall health. Those few moments of personalized care were the foundation of a new interest. At the time I was studying herbal medicine and much of what she shared was reflected in what I was learning about herbs. She detailed the dosha Ayurvedic theory and encouraged me to research their properties on my own. That exploration led to more questions and, eventually to a vedic consultation with Renay.
That first teleconference with Renay was surreal, in an enlightening way. She read my chart as if she had known me a lifetime. Listening to her, I felt as though she knew me better than I knew myself. I was intrigued and deeply curious. I have spent a great deal of my life not fully understanding my purpose and have questioned how and why I choose to live as I do. I often wondered why I wasn’t like my siblings and my personality was so different from those closest to me. Renay touched on just a few of these things and I felt a stirring. I sensed she had answers and I wanted more. I knew I had stumbled upon something important for me. I jumped at the chance to continue the discussion and asked for guidance. Renay provided information on how to get started.
When I begin to read Light on Life by Hart de Fouw and Robert Svoboda, I felt as though I wandered into a secret world. The words I was reading felt like they were written for me. The information in the chapters made sense and suddenly I was looking at my world with a new sense of wonder. The planets became real to me. I befriended them. It felt a little crazy when I began conversing with the universe.
Maybe a bit awkward, but not uncomfortable. This reaction was similar to the experience I had when I began the study of herbalism. As I learned about new herbs, and their properties, I sought out places that they grew. It became a part of my daily routine and it continues today. Once discovered, I would sit with the plants, observe them and, yes, the conversations started. Now I had the planets to befriend as well. The pattern of my day was altered. Life became much quieter for me as I relished time spent just listening to my surroundings. The plants, and the planets, both became an important priority. Although I enjoy being social, this study of Jyotish also spoke to another side of my personality. I have always needed quiet time. I think coming from a large family, with very few boundaries, I seek solitude. It was hard to carve out time just for me. This science spoke to that need in me and I began to crave the peaceful feeling I felt while reading and absorbing new ideas.
I was thankful that I discovered this study of all things Jyotish when the pandemic hit. With some experience under my belt, the time was right to fully embrace the subject matter. It was balancing as crazy activities swirled throughout the world. Each day brought clouds of confusion and conflict. It was hard to listen to any media and discussions of appropriate behavior and basic human rights became a daily challenge in conversation. The Jyothisha study of remedies was one of the first practices that came easily to me and I depended on many remedies in the past year. The book, Yoga of the Planets by Andrew Foss, PhD sits at my bedside. Meditation had been a part of my routine for some time and I looked forward to more time on the cushion in the past year. That practice, along with mantra, kept my life flowing peacefully.
I was raised a Catholic but have not been a practicing Catholic for a long time. I missed the ritual, the ceremony and the mystery that unfolds in religious practice. Jyotisha fills that space for me and offers an opportunity for my spiritualism to once again grow. Moments of being still, embracing silence, and studying seemed to provide the avenue I needed to keep my mind in a sense of harmony. It struck me that I had been missing that spiritual connection, that daily practice. Jyotisha has taught me that each day of the week is a gift and each day carries with it very significant feelings. The days are even color coded providing yet another dimension to their significance. I worked at greeting each morning with enthusiasm and energy and hoped it would carry me through the day. As the days passed, that simple practice often washed away the dreariness of being locked down. I cannot believe how I had taken something like the days of the week so for granted. I had never considered honoring them. It was a delight to feel in sync with their energies. It has become almost second nature now. Developing a relationship with Saturn was a priority as I am in my Saturn dasha. It took some time, but I now feel very comfortable with his presence in my life. Considered a fearful planet, I learned to embrace his helpful qualities. I never leave dishes in the sink because of him! Rahu and Ketu are another fascination and I have yet to fully understand their abilities and their energies. When turmoil snaked through my daily activities, giving me pause, I wondered if they were at play.
Despite the upheaval swirling about, I knew I was one of the lucky ones. My home sits on 40 acres and is in a remote area. My grown children are watching over my grandkids. Just into retirement, I am thriving. This pandemic allowed me even more time to indulge my interests. Of greater consequence was my anger toward politics, and our political leaders. I used Jyothisha to soothe my psyche and settle my heart. Political antics, as played out in the media, rattled me to my core. Was this Mars at work? Ever searching, my astrology app is consulted early in my day. I look with anticipation of planetary movement. I watched for signs, often not really knowing what I was looking for but hopeful for some insight. Was all this chaos predestined? The teachings of Jyotisha seemed to indicate that but I was not totally convinced. Believing everything happens as it should, I still have questions. I read Vedas. Of the science I was able to understand, it seemed definite. My part in all of this was to embrace the not knowing and allow the answers to reveal themselves. With hard work, it is just a matter of time. Afterall, I have a strong Jupiter in my first house.
Somedays I am totally confident and feel like I truly understand what is happening in the skies and how planetary activity is affecting me. But other days, I am as confused as I was during my first consult with Renay. As they say, the more you learn, the less you know. I question my abilities to really grasp this complicated subject, but my intention is genuine, and I carry on. Frankly, I doubt I will ever be able to offer anyone else a reading. This study for me is very personal. So much of what I have learned really speaks to me, who I am and what my purpose is. I am planning on a lifelong study with no final exam.
It was that very thought that was running through my mind when I was considering not finishing this essay. As I wondered about the house, distracted and unsure of what I had been writing, I noticed my dining room table, and the blanket of quilt fabrics covering its surface. My sewing machine sits knowing that at any moment I may plop down and put together a quilt square. It has been many months since the top of this beautiful dining room table has seen the light of day. Instead, I leave all my sewing tools visible in case the mood strikes me to quilt. My husband is quite agreeable to this strange process, noting it fits my needs and seems to make me happy. Often, I work for only a few minutes and move onto other projects. And then some days I can spend hours sewing and piecing fabric.
In this passing moment I was struck that I was just afforded another lesson. I just had to be still to see it unfold. A quilt starts with just one piece of thread, just as we are born in one single moment. And we grow from there. Life takes flight. Each of us, individually created, come in diverse colors and patterns just as each of us are born under different planets. Piece by piece, the pattern is revealed.
Understanding how you fit can take a lifetime or it may come together without much effort. Alterations and remedies are available. My goal in quilting is to stay mindful of the process and enjoy each piece I work with. The more patient I am, the better the project comes together. The result is only a small part of the process. The journey to that place is what really matters. Allowing your senses to enjoy the activity, to embrace the creativity is really the best part.
For me this is what this past year has been about. Just like an heirloom quilt, Jyotish was draped across my lap, comforting me, warming my heart and making me feel a bit more secure. Because of this study, I now strive to allow each day to unfold as it will, knowing that there is plan. Moment to moment life changes, as do the skies. Jyotish has taught me to stay mindful, be aware and open to what is happening. I do not have to understand every detail. If I stand as a witness and remain open to the experience all will be as it is supposed to be. This belief has strengthened my health, my heart and my mind. I have stopped worrying about what if’s and why’s. I hold today with respect, honor the past and prepare to the best of my ability, for the future.
[This essay won the first place prize for our 2020 holiday essay contest.]
“What even is time?” a friend asks me over the phone. This question has
become like a catch phrase for us. At the end of 2020, a year unlike any we’ve
experienced before, we barely know what day it is from one moment to the next.
While we’ve seen many structures we may have taken for granted—our hospital
systems, public trust in science, leadership, the economy, the postal service, social
safety nets, physical and mental health, basic collective agreements about reality--
buckling under the stress test of this year, there have been some “givens” breaking
down that reveal treasures in the rubble. Perhaps our relationships to time are in
this latter category.
2020 has only deepened my questions about time and how it works in and
through my life, and in this way it has deepened my relationship with Jyotisha. In a
year that both heightened the pitch of change and uncertainty in the world while
also introducing new levels of monotony to my days, I’ve leaned on the intricate
assurances of this field of knowledge. The practice of Jyotisha not only prepared me for this strange season, but it has also helped me cope and make sense of it from within.
It’s been many years since my life had any illusion of “stability.” By the time I
reached my mid twenties, I’d watched in horror as my major plans crumbled around me...several times. I looked back and realized I had seen every demise coming but had thought I could fight it. In a wicked quarter life crisis, exhausted and bereft of dreams, I wondered if I had been weak or just stupid.
I had the distinct sense that some larger force was moving me around with
all the other little pieces, and I became obsessed with trying to understand the
mechanics of fate. With no grounding or support in this endeavor, though, I felt like
someone flailing about in unknown waters.
I followed a nudge into a yoga teacher training and attempted to chart an
extra curricular course of study for myself that might reconnect me to a sense of
trust and intuition. Deep down, though, I just wanted someone or something to tell
me what I was supposed to do with my life. I kept trying to put myself in places
where I thought a bolt of “aha!” lightning might strike me with the epiphany of my
true purpose and authentic self. Then I could be an adult. Then I would know what
to do next.
One day, a woman in my yoga teacher training announced she was pregnant.
This was a surprise to her, but, she said, it shouldn’t have been; her Vedic astrologer
had told her a year ago it would happen when it did. Other classmates reported
similar revelations from their consultations, and I wondered if Jyotisha might be my “aha!” lightning rod.
It was, but of course not in the way I expected. As I entered the dance with this ancient way of knowing, my understanding of time, rhythm, and movement would slowly stretch in all directions. The “aha!” I previously looked for as a sudden exclamation would turn out to be a longer, sustained song—a note sighed from a full breath, spiraling around to overlap and harmonize with itself, then breathing in and out again for more.
Five years later, I still refer back to that first astrology consultation and find
support in the framework it offered me. The laws of cause and effect are vast—some too large or too small to be noticed by the naked eye of the moment—but here I was offered a musical score of how those energies had been set into motion around my individual experience. With this notation (and a skilled interpreter), I could learn to dance with the music of my life instead of against it. And as this helped me to relax my anxious planning mind, I could also learn to better listen to the symphony of the present.
These calculations brought the subtle poetry of my life into relief so that it
could be read, uttered, and understood—whether it is deeply felt inner friction from childhood, twinges of sadness in the themes of my art, or rumbling premonitions of what would come. While sometimes surprising, more often than not, my yearly astrology readings would validate my own intuition about what was ahead (or behind), helping me to develop my own knowing. I began to incorporate this wisdom into everyday life; especially as a way to remember that just because I’m experiencing something now doesn’t mean it will always be this way. In the meantime, I can weave these personal timelines together with complementary practices of asana, mantra, and Ayurvedic diet.
At first I thought I would be engaging in all this alone. I made that first phone
call in secret because I didn’t think I wanted my friends or partner to know I was
investing in something so many people underestimate and dismiss. The revelations
of Jyotisha were too profound to keep to myself, though. My partner was open
minded, but he was truly converted when, after a rocky year and a half of jokingly
hoping the astrology was right in predicting our luck would change on a certain
date, it did. Dramatically. He now gets regular readings as well, as do many of my friends. I often give them as gifts so we can remind each other and reflect back what may be happening as time unfurls around us. So my best friend could help me recognize when the “fruits” of my labor “didn’t taste good” at the job I needed to leave at the end of 2019. So my husband could remind me that even when all my work got cancelled in March of 2020, I was slated to have good professional work again in a few months. I couldn’t see how, but engaging with Jyotisha has taught me that I’m not responsible for making everything happen. I turned my worries over to the Divine in meditation one day, and the next day I received an email with news of a huge contract—right on time. In similar fashion, we were able to feel prepared for the pandemic to last as long as it has; we knew we were in for election confusion in November; and we had a sense of how we needed to manage our resources—energetic and material—through it all.
Meanwhile, we’ve used the increasing dreamlike quality of the days and nights to explore the archetypes available to us as mentioned in our readings. What career lies in the “basement of the castle” that my husband may have metaphorically visited when he was 24? What mountaintop is mine to stand on, and what of the stars seen there can I bring back to share with others? And, more domestically, but no less importantly, can I feel and soothe my inner samurai when my husband is feeling blue and I want so badly to swoop in and fix it?
My modest foundation in Jyotisha has helped me understand more about the learning process of this life, which helps me make sense of upheavals like the ones we’ve experienced in this challenging year. Whatever this is, it will pass, so I’d better relax into it and attend to the lessons alive in the now. Time is a magnificent
teacher—too complex and colorful for the linear rows of tick-marked boxes our society tries to squeeze it into. It runs deeper than our attempts at control. Our lives
might be enriched by allowing those boxes to get broken down—to let the long, slow “aha!” seep through the moments elegantly strung together for us to experience in our souls’ becoming.
[This essay won the second place prize for our 2020 holiday essay contest.]
Ebb and flow, push and pull, the nature of tides, oceans of water, a ocean of light.
Yes I see the ocean of light- the undeniable tapestry in the sky.
Each one of us reflects our own image back to the cosmos, back to source.
So here I am- Here we are- experiencing this year in all of its intensity,
Over there look, so many people and they are in trouble.
Famine; Dis-ease; Standing … Fighting … Falling
Then I hear the echo- a ripple from a 100 years before.
How many others can now wonder how it was for the beings back then?
Ebbing and flowing in 1920, oceans of water, ocean of light.
Visions of the past bring me to the present.
Each country in its own despair.
Does anyone know what's really going on?
Alas, there is hope.
See it through different eyes.
I take a slow deep Inhale
Letting the breath out
Letting the air expand in and out of my body
United I become- In breath and body
Moon is the masses. Mercury is the media.
I begin to release my tension
Now- look at this: Now … The Now.
All the players in this Leela. The play of life
There they are - the “celestial bodies”, “grahas they are the seizers”
Everything is visible, Some of us are doing the seizing and some are being seized.
I am reminded creator- preserver- destroyer; vata-pitta-kapha; sattva-rajas-tamas.
Beneath the layers, those grahas, those “seizers” its all there.
One with everything, I immerse myself
Washing away the illusion, the Maya.
There there it is - See those combinations? Yes I see their energy!
Oh wow! Ok I see the correlation! And this too shall pass …
The tapestry doesn’t lie
Humbling me with its magnificence
Every who- what- why can be solved. Gno-ing this … I Bow.
Searching for truth and being able to find it, How amazing is that?
Unwavering in my resolve to go deeper, the practice embracing me- as I embrace it.
Prakruti, Vikruti … Vaastu- Jyotish directs me towards its sisters.
Remembering Nikola Tesla’s words on learning the “secrets of the universe” …
“Energy Frequencies Vibrations.”
Making the cosmic connections in the Calamity that has been this year
Energy- Frequencies- Vibrations- Energy- Frequencies- Vibrations
Conjuctions, transists, dashas
Only to realize how fortunate I am, (we are), to be part of it.
No need to be in the dark
Source energy, celestial happenings
Chill out and breathe, I remind myself - it can all be explained
I saw the fear at one point immobilizing me- immobilizing everyone.
Only in the truth did I find comfort and peace
Uncovering the mysteries of our lives with this Divine science.
So much conflict on the planet, so I push on- digging deeper
No need to spiral down, this is a lifeline.
Everything will work itself out.
Sun, Venus, Mercury, Moon … Rahu, Ketu … Saturn, Jupiter, Mars
Seeing them- seeing me- seeing all of us
Only with a Ganesh quality, a child like-ness full of wonder can I approach
My house of mirrors and all nonsense then vanishes into the ether.
The past, the present and the future
All we need to learn from the tapestry
This extraordinary gift of Jyotish the way to listen to their messages.
Seeing the people, seeing the sky
As above, so below
The vast ocean of light reveals truth and I softly surrender to the ebb and flow.
[This essay won the second place prize for our 2020 holiday essay contest.]
I am breathing in and I am breathing out. As sure as the sun does rise, I am as sure that the sun sets. I am breathing out. I am breathing in. The moon also rises, and just as it does, the moon also sets. I am breathing. I am still breathing, and all the bodies that rise with life, they will all also set in their time and find death.
Oh twenty-twenty, what can be said? How did I see you? Was it as perfectly as vision can be given? From the isolation of doors shut, families and loved ones separated, with gloves and masks on, I saw the political colors blazing as gateways to change flew open. I found comfort in meditation and mind dazing stares at a candle. It was like the light, which makes darkness known, would give me the reasons why the cosmos manifests in all the ways that have been shown.
Twenty-twenty, it gave me online global communities that raised me and grew me in new ways. Sparks of learning, very deep learning came to illuminate me. The light in the darkness of watching the stars, reading ancient observations, practices, and philosophies, they created in me a feeling of connections that were greater from a far. I saw so many yogas leading to strong times and weak times. Saturn and Jupiter, Mars, Mercury and Venus going through elaborate and difficult direction switches. So many traveling bodies through the knots, playing in the binds, bodies close together but not like bodies that are close together in loves kisses. How my lips miss kisses and my arms miss holding.
So I explored, I am not my body, I am not my molding, but who am I? Watching, I kept the pieces moving on a board, some quickly passing where they had been when I was born. In some places I saw pieces amassed and like bodies attract and repel, my relationships in this world also rose and fell. Sometimes we are moving forwards, sometimes almost standing still, progression and regression and even moments of peacefulness did fill me. Moments, brief moments, showing me the abstract and non-linear motions of time. In a blink of an eye I could have actually missed it.
And like our father, whose will be done on earth as it is in heaven, the motion of great bodies follow his laws. Even the dark and bodies without body did change at his command, and with it mood without form transferred darkness to different parts of the land. I did not anticipate all the collisions in the visions of the future and the past, but I did and will continue to watch them. Weaving stories and meanings from threads that may be but illusions, not real until I can see them, not known until their stories told. I am not my body. I am not even my mind. I do however want to know so I will continue breathing. Breathing in and breathing out, I will be.
Grand Prize: sundara2021
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Thank you everyone for submitting your writing! I enjoyed so much reading each and every one of the offerings! They are exquisite.
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Here is just a quick series of thoughts but on something that I have not seen before.
Let's look at the houses of the zodiac, that fundamental distillation of space in which roam the ambassadors of time, namely the grahas (Sun, Moon, planets, and lunar nodes)
Applying the signs in the standard order of Kala Purusha, we receive the following image.
What I have not seen before is the acknowledgement of the built-in increased possibility of personal yogas in the left-half of the zodiac.
Since Sun, Mercury, and Venus all travel together or nearby, within 2 signs (and the Moon is so quick moving that half the time it is with these personal planets too), they are in their own signs only in that half of the year. Thus, there is an increased propensity for parivartana and dharmakarmaadipati and other yogas, those signatures that portend great strength of indication.
Conversely there is an increase but a slight one of possiblility of yoga for the more public planets of Mars, Jupiter, Saturn, and the nodes when the Sun is traveling in the right side of the zodiac.
Some implications are:
Something to think about as we enter Scorpio season and a particularly amplified increase in indication for some very public developments in the next handful of weeks.
[First published on my Patreon page on September 18, 2020.]
In my sadness at Ruth Bader Ginsberg's passing, I am processing my grief, in part, by rectifying her astrological chart. That is, I will attempt to find her birth time.
The "Notorious RBG" had a birth date (3/15/1933) and birth place (Brooklyn) that are known, but her time of birth is not known.
Here is her chart with an assumed noon birth time, just so that you can see her general placements in signs. The birth time will show the rotation of these places, i.e. their proper houses.
STEP ONE: Look for a picture of her hand
This tells us what dominant element she was out of air, fire, water, and earth. Here is a photo from the U.S. National Archives that is in the public domain.
From Wikipedia: " In Hindu theology, Arishadvarga or Shadripu/Shada Ripu (Sanskrit: षड्रिपु meaning the six enemies) are the six enemies of the mind, which are: kama (lust/desire), krodha (anger), lobha (greed), Mada (pride/arrogance), moha (attachment), and matsarya (jealousy); the negative characteristics of which prevent man from attaining moksha or salvation. "
The order here is important and is typically conserved. These failures of the mind in fact can be said to define our experience in the Kali Yuga.
Ayurveda teaches that the experience of digestion of all things, including food, thoughts, and experiences, relies on the transformative power (the Agni) of our own digestive system. Understanding and stoking our digestive capacity thus leads to nothing less than true freedom, i.e. emotional freedom, from the bindings inherent in what we take in.
I propose here that the shad ripus are themselves related to each of the six Ayurvedic tastes and to each of the six digestive organs. Sub-components of this idea were presented to me in Ayurvedic school but not the whole system. Moreover, the conserved order of the shad ripus match the order at which the digestive organs assimilate food.
1. lust :: stomach :: sweet taste = earth + water
2. anger, to be bilious :: liver :: sour taste = earth + fire
3. greed :: pancreas :: salty = water and fire
4. pride/arrogance, to have gall :: gallbladder :: pungent = fire and air
5. attachment, the feeling of loss of which is fear :: kidneys :: bitter = air and space
6. jealousy :: spleen :: astringent = air and earth
Again from Wikipedia: " According to Hindu belief, without experiencing these Shadripu at the fullest a person cannot understand the meaning of the Love which is the soul.... A human who controls all these Shadripus even at some of the extent later enjoys the power of peace. "
You are truly what you can digest.
Take care of your digestive system. It takes care not only of your physical body which comes from your food but also your mental body which is built on digesting all that you take in and which consequently creates your reality.
Here is an easy way to make a wonderful, nutritious, and delicious Ayurvedic meal in under 10 minutes start to finish at about 50 cents per serving. It can serve as a breakfast, snack, or light lunch or dinner.
Soak poha in a pot or bowl of hot water for five or so minutes. Transfer to colander to drain.
Start tarka. (Tarka is a term for spices in hot ghee. It is believed that the hot ghee emancipates the higher properties of the spices.)
Put ghee in skillet. Put on medium heat until melted. Add mustard seeds. Reduce heat to medium-low. Listen for popping sounds of the seeds. A delightful flowery fragrance should be released. Reduce heat to low. Only now, add curry leaves and stir. Add chili powder, turmeric, and salt. Stir.
Add peanuts and stir. Let sit for 2 minutes. Stir again.
Add drained poha and stir, evenly distributing the color. Optionally, pomegranate seeds can be added. Serve.
Add squeezed lime to plated poha.
Ayurvedic Six Tastes: