‘While we are unenlight­ened, there is an element of shared or general experience.’ Tulku Urgyen Rinpoche

This post is sponsored content, paid for by Drala Mountain Center. From Tibet to the West, the Dharma has taken root. Its next chapter is ours to write. The story of one practitioner illustrates this moment. After retiring from a demanding corporate career in 2023,...

‘The practice of kṣānti (Patience) requires us to meet life’s challenges with acceptance rather than resistance. It teaches us to let go of our reactive tendencies — anger, frustration, or resentment — and instead, respond with understanding and compassion.’ Everyday...

‘Vīrya, the fourth perfection, represents energy or enthusiastic effort. It is the driving force that sustains our Buddhist practice, propelling us forward on the path to awakening.’ Everyday Buddhism

11 May 2025 – A Huge Win & A Thank You Celebration Surrounded by my dear friends, I hosted a heartfelt thank-you party—not just to celebrate life after brain surgery, but to honour the love, support, and strength that carried me through. It was my way of saying: I...

I was born on October 4, 2004. As a 6-month-old baby, I struggled with constant illness until I turned 3. My parents rarely slept through the night. They often rushed me to hospitals at 3 a.m. My mother still shares stories of arriving in torn skirts, desperate just...

I was never the girl who stood out in a room. In fact, I spent most of my days trying to shrink into the background, hoping no one would notice the chaos I carried within. At 13, life felt like a maze I didn’t know how to navigate. I wasn’t close to my family—they...

I was born in a beautiful place in Kerala, India — Wayanad, surrounded by misty hills, green forests, and fresh air. My earliest memory takes me back to a bus ride with my parents. We were traveling to the Nilgiri Hills. I remember the winding roads, the cool breeze...

Since my husband committed suicide in the fall of 2019, my life took a turn for the worst. I was 48 years old, suddenly homeless, and living on the streets of Tucson, Arizona. I lost my husband of 27 years, David, to the voices of his disease—paranoid schizophrenia....

I remember sitting at my desk one night, books and papers scattered everywhere, the glow of my laptop screen reminding me of yet another looming deadline. My bank account was nearly empty, my overdraft stretched thin, and debts still lingered. My chest felt heavy—as...