One of my stories from Amma's ashram.

In my last post, I spoke of one of the Tantric elements as being of service. This morning I would like to elaborate on this topic. When I traveled solo to visit Amma's ashram in Kerela in 2018, I went to grieve my brother and the collapse of the life I knew. It was my tipping point. Little did I know, that I would be in service of Amma's mother in her home. I helped a few hours a day, mainly caring for Damayanti. The women I met who did service in the main house, one woman in particular who was there 24/7, were women of sheer strength and presence. I adored being close to Damayanti. It was a great honour to be in her home and certainly provided an exponential growth for me, and still does. After a couple of days of contemplation and inner unrest, I came to realise that what I really needed in this time, was to honour my own grief. I didn't feel strong enough at the time, to hold Amma's mother. This to me, was a big lesson in boundaries and being 'okay' with where I was in my own being. I thanked the women deeply and took other duties in the house and around the ashram. I loved being in the house. One of my other duties was working in the recycling department, rinsing plastic milk bags, often ridden with maggots.