Adhyaant – The Living Ecosystem For Human Potential

After the long quiet

It has been some years since I have written here. Longer than I had intended.

Writing on this page in 2016 was a daily thing for me. There was a rhythm to it – a way of meeting the day by writing into it, and a way of meeting my readers by leaving these small offerings on the page each morning. The discipline was small but real. I would wake, sit with the day’s question, and write the post before the rest of life rushed in. Then through the day the comments would arrive, and there was a sense of being in a conversation with people I had never met.

That rhythm broke. Life arranged itself differently. The page waited. In between I wrote again in series. 1. The Science of whole life and 2. The Master Shift. but not in the same rhythmic flow.

I want to be honest about the time away. It was not idleness, and it was not loss of interest. Some seasons of a life ask for inward turning, and that is what these years have been. I have been studying. I have been listening. I have been sitting with questions I did not have the words for. I have been letting an architecture form in me – slowly, the way these things actually form, without my forcing it. That architecture now has a name: Adhyaant. The formal monthly letters around it live elsewhere now, at Letters from Adhyaant on Substack, for those who want to walk that path with me more deliberately. https://open.substack.com/pub/lettersfromadhyaant/p/is-my-soul-evolving?r=5xjz5y&utm_campaign=post&utm_medium=web&showWelcomeOnShare=true

But this page is different. This page was always more personal, more textured, closer to the way I actually think between formal teachings. I want it to be that again.

What I am imagining for re-sourcing.in is something like a desk-side notebook, kept openly. Field notes from a contemplative life. Lines from books I am sitting with. Small practices that fit inside a real morning. Observations from teaching. Questions I am asking and not yet answering. Shorter pieces, sometimes rougher ones, the kind that don’t need to wait for the perfect month to be released. The work of thinking out loud – which is, after all, what writing on the internet originally was, before it became a marketing channel.

The rhythm I am hoping to keep is once a week. Not more, not less, at least to begin with. Once a week, on a day that finds me unhurried enough to write something true. Some posts will be a single observation in three hundred words. Some will be longer, the kind I used to write here – five hundred, six hundred, sometimes more if the thought asks for it. I am not going to police the length. I will let each post be what it wants to be.

If you have followed this page across the silence – thank you. The fact that any of you are still here means more to me than you know. If you are new — welcome. The work is not what it was in 2016. I am not what I was in 2016. But the wanting to share is still here, and I think I finally have something worth sharing.

I will write again next week. Sooner, if something arrives that wants to be on the page.

— Minal, Mumbai