fluid boundaries

The border between our minds and reality is often more permeable than we realize. None of us have full awareness of the forces that guide our thoughts down certain paths each day. Like travelers through a lush forest, we see only what is immediately before us and have little sense of the vast network of roots and canopy that unite all things nearby and far off. Our thought patterns are shaped by so many interlocking factors – our biology, environment, experiences, and beliefs all leave traces we perceive as our own intentions and free will. Yet how much do any of us truly dictate the course of our musings at any moment? Much lies beyond conscious control, governed by mechanisms as unfathomable as the growth of trees. Our minds wander as surely as clouds drift on unseen winds. Perhaps it is healthier to embrace this lack of complete dominion over our mental states. When worries or regrets emerge, one need not battle for authority, but gently guide attention elsewhere. Dark paths hold no power if not continually reinforced by resistance or obsession. Even unpleasant thoughts serve purposes beyond what meets the eye. Through acceptance of ambiguity in ourselves comes freedom from falsely perceived failings. With soft breath we release assumed responsibility over that which we do not truly lead. The frontiers of mind and world are more fluid than boundaries imply; all flows as one vast current nourishing unseen parts of a whole too magnificent to comprehend alone. In surrender lies unexpected peace.

chasing your internal compass

This is an illustration from a vague memory of a night at Zanzibar.

There’s a persistent whisper in the wind, telling us that success glitters under the spotlight, wrapped in dollar bills and woven with public adoration. But what if true fulfillment lies not on some predetermined pedestal, but within the unique landscape of your own heart? Forget the extrinsic markers of achievement. Imagine success not as a glittering trophy on a distant shelf, but as a warm hearth fire crackling within. It’s the comforting glow that radiates from doing what sets your soul alight, from using your unique talents to make a ripple of positive change, even if it’s just a smile on a stranger’s face. Forget the cold, external pressures that define achievement solely by outward measures. They’re like fleeting shadows compared to the enduring warmth of intrinsic joy.. It’s the spark of joy ignited by using your skills to make a positive difference in the world, no matter how seemingly small. This isn’t to say external rewards are meaningless. Financial security and recognition can bring comfort and validation. But when they become the sole measures of success, they risk eclipsing the intrinsic joys that bring true meaning. Think of them as sprinkles on a delicious cake, not the cake itself. The beauty of defining success on your own terms lies in its boundless possibilities. For one, it’s deeply personal. The artist might find fulfillment in capturing fleeting emotions on canvas, while the scientist might chase the thrill of unlocking the universe’s secrets. There’s no one-size-fits-all formula. Secondly, it’s dynamic. Your passions and goals might evolve, and your definition of success should dance along. The baker who once dreamt of Michelin stars might find equal joy in teaching children the magic of homemade bread. Finally, it liberates you from the shackles of comparison. When you chase an internal compass, you’re no longer competing in a never-ending race against others. You’re celebrating your own unique journey, reveling in the small victories and learning from the inevitable stumbles. So, silence the external noise and turn inward. What ignites your soul? What impact do you long to make? Let those be your guiding stars, and you’ll find the path to a success that resonates deep within your being, a success that shines brighter than any external validation could ever hope to achieve.

healing wholeness

The past few months have brought many lessons about healing and self-reflection. As I’ve worked through difficult periods, I’ve come to understand that recovering from pain requires patience more than anything else. Healing is a journey without a clear destination, one travelled at different paces within and without our control.

In moments of introspection, certain realizations have emerged. I am still learning my own limits, discerning when to push forward and when to rest. My mind and body speak to me through subtle signs – a tension, a bout of tiredness – and I’m gradually honing the ability to listen. True healing happens not through willpower alone but by accepting what each moment demands. It means honouring life’s ebbs and flows rather than fighting their natural rhythms. This approach has brought a calmer perspective. Where I once saw obstacles, I now see opportunities to gain understanding. Difficult emotions and doubts, once seen as disruptions, appear differently – as sources of insight into myself. Through them flows wisdom, if I open to receiving it. My struggles, too, hold meaning; they are teachers crafting empathy within me for all who walk similar valleys.

Each small step of healing strengthens this empathy. As clarity grows around my own process, so does my compassion for the unique journeys of others. We all travel at a pace decreed by forces beyond our control: circumstances of life and the depths of our own hearts. In this sharing of experiences, a gifts seems to emerge – the realization that we need not endure alone. Our shared humanity connects us; we can support each other toward Wholeness. This journey continues to unfold lessons of patience, humility and care for self and others. My understanding expands daily of healing as a lifelong endeavor, less defined by what is finished than the growth it fosters along the way. I am grateful for all who walk beside me, reminding me through their presence that love lights even our darkest moments, so long as we see its light in each other.

edge of awareness

I gazed out at the rippling fields, their emerald hues stretching far beneath the steady summer sun. Yet something felt amiss within my thoughts, as if there were unseen forces at work just beyond my perception. Questions had begun to emerge unbidden in my mind of late. Where did this world truly end and the next begin? What separated our experiences in this life from whatever followed? Were we merely subject to circumstance, or did some deeper design unfold moment to moment? As the gentle breeze carried whispers through the grass, I felt surrounded yet distant – present in the landscape yet apart from it in spirit. My thoughts wandered as if in a dreamscape, peering through veils I could not lift. There, just at the edges of awareness, shapes seemed to take form that defied understanding. A sense of liminality settled over me, of existing in a borderland between what is and what may come. Though the solid earth remained under my feet, within my mind’s eye another scenery revealed itself, one governed by rules beyond knowing. Try as I might to grasp the design at work, some greater Wisdom kept its counsel. All at once, the implications stirred unease within my heart. Yet beneath it surfaced too a strange consolation, as if in that very uncertainty there lay a kind of freedom. The future held its secrets still, and life proceeded as it would; for the present, it was enough to simply be.

hidden depths

Have you considered all that lies within the scope of a single human mind? We possess a capacity for thought seemingly without limits, yet most go through life exploring but a fraction of its potential. Our minds are akin to vast, uncharted landscapes hiding wonders just beyond the next rise. All it takes is for us to set forth and discover what lies in our power to uncover.

Take a moment to observe the world around you with open awareness rather than half-formed preoccupations. Look closely at a simple fruit – a banana, perhaps. Note the ingenious wrapper nature provided in its peel, protecting the nutritious flesh within while allowing seeds to disperse. Consider how from a drop of water and flecks of minerals, flowers emerge in a riot of color and fragrance.

Gaze upward at the sky. Consider the trees lining the streets. Science tells us they grew from tiny seeds, pulling carbon from the air through photosynthesis into mighty forms that support entire ecosystems. Yet how many walk by without thought for this quiet miracle? Or the birds that alight among their branches – how their wings beat faster than our eyes can follow yet grant them flight. Look closer and you see life animating even a single leaf in myriad small ways.

Mosquitoes flitting there move almost too rapidly for the eye to follow, yet the intricate motion of wings grants flight. Such observations need not stop at nature. We might reflect on where we came from – sprung from nothingness, shaped through eons, and carrying on lineages stretching back to the dawn of life. On what may come, and on seeing with new eyes what always surrounded us. When was the last time you truly pondered another person you passed, and the inner worlds they inhabit?

When was the last time you truly contemplated your own impermanence and mortality? How rapidly time passes, and the changes it brings with age. One day, you will have to leave this world of forms. Where will your thoughts have brought you by that point?

Yet in this fleeting life spins on, filled with purpose if only we have the insight to see it. Most are too engrossed in trivial distractions and egoism to reflect on life’s deeper questions. Why do we cling to temporary things when our true need lies in preparing for what’s to come? By thinking, however, we lift our gazes and perspectives.

Each new insight reminds us that within our minds exist endless unexplored lands. Imagine setting forth on that journey in full earnestness – pondering one’s very existence, nature’s ingenious designs, and life’s brief yet consequential moments. We might find greater awe, wisdom and connection. The more deeply we think, the vaster the vistas that emerge within. Truly, the possibility for knowledge and betterment contained in a single mind seems infinite – if only we make the choice to embark upon its exploration.

the boundless mind

Our minds seem limitless, capable of fathoming concepts far beyond what our physical senses allow. Yet for all its vastness, the mind resides within intricate boundaries not of its own making. Both mind and body are shaped by forces beyond our control or comprehension.

Consider the eye, doorway to the wonders and workings of the world. Through its structures – lens gathering light, retina receiving images – we peer out yet are kept protected within. Each component must fulfill its role without flaw, or the window closes. So too with other organs and systems keeping body and soul integrated, coordinated in hidden harmony.

The very faculties that allow us to perceive and comprehend our world did not originate from our own efforts but were endowed to us. How then did beings come to have such gifts as sight, hearing and thought? Not by any action or ability of their own, for these capacities preceded our existence and possession of them. Just as a builder uses tools they did not invent but are given for their work, so too were we provided with the means of awareness and reason by some Higher Intelligence that destined us with such marvels.

This Designer shows skill far beyond any earthly architect or engineer. Not just in crafting component parts but integrating them through laws and forces governing all creation. The balance upholding life itself on our inhabitable world emerges not by happenstance but intention. From microbes to stars, all obey harmonies revealing a Supreme Artisan.

Before this Creator we stand not as masters but subjects of realms beyond grasp. Yet glimpses may be found by those with eyes to see. In moments when the mind transcends bounds of self, when we feel awe before grandeur in the sky or sea, whispers of transcendence stir our souls. And in acts of goodness flowing not from selfish impulse but other-centered care, we see reflections of our true nature and purpose.

Rather than deny the Boundless One whose gifts allow our bounded minds, wisdom lies in acknowledging the Source. In surrendering self-will and aligning with universal truths of love, mercy and justice, inner peace may be found. The Great Artisan envisions far vaster designs than our small lives; in surrendering to creative currents beyond control, we find our purpose and place within the endless whole.

the true north

On the edge of thought, the traveler pauses to ponder paths branching in the distance – visions of what may come into focus as understanding expands on the journey within.

We all have internal landscapes that we brave in our search for meaning and purpose. Winding paths lead us through valleys of doubt and hills of discovery as we explore who we are and why we are here. There are no maps for this terrain, only what we find before us at each turn. The way is rarely direct. Dead ends, detours and delays will come as tests of our learning and resolve. Ideas we held as guiding stars may fade or shift as our understanding grows. Challenges arise not to halt our progress, but to strengthen our grasp of the lessons in our grasp. When we emerge from these periods of reconsideration, our vision is sharper and our steps surer.

Though lonely at times to travel inward, solitude allows deep listening to the quiet whispers of intuition and truth. Away from external noise, we can discern the still, small voice within guiding us towards our place in the larger whole. Answers that seemed simple grow complex, helping us see with wider wisdom. Questions that perplexed find clarity as perspective expands. The journey has no finish point, only deeper understanding of the scenery and ourselves with every mile. We travel not towards some distant end but into an unfoldment without end. As long as we walk open and willing to learn, the path evolves to nurture our growth. Though the way may dim at moments, light finds us when our focus turns again to wonder over wonder already gleaned. Ever onward leads ever homeward in the adventure of becoming.

shelter from storms

Beyond the veil of uncertainty lies promise of new possibility. Though the path ahead is unclear, solace and courage reside within to see us through whatever may come.

We all face times when the mind threatens to become our own worst enemy. Plagued by worries and doubts, it aims to dampen our spirits and derail our progress. However, with conscious effort, we can cultivate an inner refuge where peace resides despite life’s turbulent seasons. It is in this shelter that we find strength to withstand challenges and rediscover our sense of purpose. During dark days, a pall of gloom hangs heavy, seeking to curb our confidence and stall our forward motion. But we must remember that for every storm, calm weather lies within reach if we know where to find it. In these moments, turning focus inward provides relief. Instead of wrestling with the rains themselves, quiet observation of how they affect us brings clarity. We start to see that we are not defined by difficulties, but rather by how we choose to rise in meeting them. It is a process of patience and presence – allowing dust to settle before moving on. Through this approach, self-doubts lose power, dissolving like morning mist beneath sunlight’s warmth. Hidden landscapes of unrealized potential are then revealed, awaiting exploration when waters recede, and debris is cleared away.

Troubles will come, as is their nature, but guiding starlight also arrives to show the way forward once more, step by step. True freedom does not mean an absence of struggles but maintaining equilibrium even in turmoil’s wake. The borders of the mind are infinite; we need only find faith in what lies outward, beyond each winding turn in the road less traveled. Though unclear, this path holds promise that brighter scenes emerge if we persevere. In darker moments, solace and bravery exist inside each of us, reserves to be tapped so we can face uncertainties with courage stitched into our spiritual armor. The road shows no end in sight from where we currently stand, gazing through fog’s veil at a blurred horizon. Still, purpose and determination reinforce our resilience to weather unpredictable seasons. A steadying inner refuge gives shelter from storms that buffet us externally and internally. This allows reclamation of hope that better days approach, even if not yet clear in our view. But progress happens quietly, one faithful stride at a time.

the eternal touch of Veluppa

In this nostalgic illustration by The Border of a Mind Studios, we see my grandfather immortalized in a quiet moment from decades ago. Captured here in serene reflection, he sits on the sit out of our ancestral family home in Varandarapilly, gazing peacefully into the rain. Transporting us back to a simpler, more leisurely afternoon, this artwork is a portal into the calming atmosphere of days when life moved at a slower pace. It was in such instances of gentle inward-looking that the seeds were sown for the stories he would one day share, fueling curiosity in the generations to come. Though now only represented in lines and colors on the page, this image preserves an instant that nurtured the bonds linking past to present and promises to nourish those yet to be formed.

As the sun dipped low on the horizon, painting vibrant shades of orange across the sky, I sat on the balcony watching it set with my son Ehan by my side. His small hand gripped mine tightly as we took in the beauty of the fading daylight together. Later, when sharing this moment with my father, it sparked a memory from his own childhood. He recalled walking hand-in-hand with his father, my grandfather, exploring the world around them.  As a young boy, he used to explore the outdoors holding his Uppa’s finger, feeling the roughness of his thumbnail beneath small fingers. Gripping his fingers brought him comfort and security. His early discoveries of the world happened through that simple, grounding point of contact.

When his father passed away, my dad was overcome with grief as he held those same hands one final time. When the day came to perform Veluppa’s last rites, a profound grief overcame him. Though lifeless, those fingers represented the connection and guidance his father had provided. It was through him that my dad’s horizons had been expanded and his curiosity for knowledge kindled. As he held those lifeless fingers one last time, he was transported back to being a child exploring by his Uppa’s side. An uncontrollable sorrow welled within at losing the figure who had expanded his mind. Though the physical being was no more, the impact of that guidance lived on.

While my father acknowledges having his own limitations in life, he feels immense gratitude for the curiosity and thirst for knowledge Veluppa kindled in him from a young age with the limited means available to them at that time. That spark is what continues to propel him forward even today. I have never known my father to place importance on lavish possessions or material wealth in all my years and he values his connections above everything and has always chased his passions that are predominantly nonmaterialistic and working towards uplifting and helping people behind the scenes and not vocal about it. He finds meaning and joy in simpler pleasures, a quality no doubt shaped by cherishing moments spent with Veluppa all those years ago and going through difficult conditions during his childhood and overcoming them with resilience. And it is what he hopes will also light Ehan’s path, passing that flame from one generation to the next. Now, my father finds solace knowing a piece of his father lives on through him and will be passed down to the next generation. As Ehan grows, I hope he too will fondly recall our sunset moments together from the balcony, just as my dad remembers his time with his father. Though my grandfather never met Ehan, an element of his spirit remains within our family and will be carried forward. Memories have a unique power to bridge the gaps created by time and distance between generations. In recalling experiences of our past, we preserve the legacy of those who came before us and maintain a sense of connection even after they are gone. My father’s remembrance of his father reminds me to cherish the moments I have now creating memories with my own son that will last a lifetime.

When Ehan grows older, I believe he too will fondly recall our shared sunset moments, just as my father still sees his Uppa’s face when reminiscing their walks long ago. Though my son never knew his great-grandfather, an element of his essence is preserved within our family and will live on through the bonds and memories that connect us across time. Life is shorter than we think.

ripples of possibility

Within each of us lies incredible power just beyond the reach of conditioned thinking, if only we dare dissolve the illusions that separate our inner worlds from the magical unknown.

We often find ourselves in a routine, traversing the same paths each day without truly experiencing the present moment. Our minds become cluttered with thoughts of yesterday and tomorrow, rarely grasping the opportunities that exist right now. But if we peel back the layers of conditioned thinking, there lies an incredible power just beneath the surface. Many never unlock this power, too afraid or unwilling to step beyond the boundaries they have created. But true change only emerges when we abandon what is familiar and embrace uncertainty. Deep within each of us lies a dormant magic, waiting to be awakened when we take that leap into the unknown. It is in these moments, when we challenge the limits of our perception, that transformation takes shape.

We all have those pivotal instants that break us free, if only we allow ourselves to be present for their arrival. They come unplanned, shattering expectations and predefined roles. It is only in leaving behind preconceived walls that we discover our innate power to change lives, including our own. Each small act of courage to transcend ordinary reality branches out in ripples of possibility. The boundaries of our minds are but an illusion if we have the courage to see beyond them. In each moment lies hidden magic when we open our eyes to the miraculous right before us.