Author: aryask@gmail.com

Once again I lost site of my seeing glasses, this time at my University in the Swiss Alps. I searched for them everywhere - my hotel room, the classroom, made an announcement to my classmates and no one had seen them. I was wondering about them but managed let the idea sit for the time being. Class began with two students guiding a group exercise. It was 15 minutes of tuning the attention to the the sensory surfaces of the room - things we can see, taste, touch. From noticing the scent of the air as it brushes against our skin, the texture and slope of the carpet, to the friction between the eyelids and the eye balls. No thinking was required, just a sensitivity to notice the surfaces of…

Deep inside the ocean, a tiny blue fish swims around in pitch darkness. She is on a quest to continue life in the unusual depths of the sea. This fish has survived conditions of extreme pressure and uncertainty. With a refined taste and intelligence, she searches for treasures. Everything is dark for the fish so there is no vision in the conventional sense. But there is a way of responding to sonic vibrations that move across the ocean. There is no concept of distance or light, there is only a sensing of what arises. One day while wandering the depths, she notices a tiny source of light. She has never seen anything like it before. The soft glow calms her and naturally she begins to swim toward it. As she…

My goal is to help companies bring out the best in their people to maximize on purpose and profits. Here are some things that I'm learning: • Start and steer with a clear purpose, • Listen and respond to the sweet spot of the client - what's going to make the greatest impact, short term and long term, • Define and refine the problem statement, • Offer solutions that are simple, targeted, and holistic, • Be honest, • Bring my best energy forward.  

What if your life was not to be taken personally? Like seeing yourself in the mirror for the first time, needing nothing to arrange, but simply appreciating what you see, and there you engage. What if everything was bound by a subtle joy where your being bathes, at play with form and its ever-changing ways. What if Earth spins without your precious effort, what if the galaxy did not hesitate? What if all the thoughts in your mind were but a passing collage of images, sourced from something deeper, and that was what you have been after all along?

One night, my cousin and I stayed up all night to work. He was studying for his pilot exam and I was editing my book. At around 4am, I was laying on the ground staring at the computer screen, immersed in the content. My cousin then gets up from his desk and lays on the ground and says to me, "are you afraid of death? Is that why you're working so hard? Is that why?" And he falls asleep. I glance at him with a moment of awkward introspection. My face falls onto the carpet while my hands still on the keyboard. I began to laugh and wander, "what's driving me in this?" After a few minutes, I quietly returned to the document, a bit more relaxed, a bit more…