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Learning to Live—Sumangali Morhall
“Despite its intensity, nobody remembers being born. Everyone uses their first breath to cry. Raw sound, cold, movement, pain, exhaustion, separation from the source, are too much to bear at once. There is no strength of one’s own to call upon, and nothing certain or familiar on which to depend. Julius Caeser, Abraham Lincoln, Albert Einstein, Muhammad Ali, however mighty they become, each arrived naked and alone, and cried.” Sumangali Morhall writes of beginnings in life, and how in meditation and joining the Sri Chinmoy Centre, she found answers to her life’s first cry, and to questions not yet formed.
Sumangali continues:
“I was a morbid child, my first dream in colour was of death. I lay awake in fear of everything, craving the release of sleep, but dreading my own dreams more than waking life. “Empty your mind,” said my mother, “think beautiful things or have no thought at all.”
“So I made my first tiny flame of peace inside. It lit my world a little in that strange perpetual night; spilled into the darkness so at odds with my safe and gentle circumstances.”
But a lot of water would pass under the bridge—words to be read in this eloquently written, heart-felt story—before the author arrived at her destination—practising meditation as a member of the Sri Chinmoy Centre.
We are lucky to be able to share her journey.
Read more: Learning To Live by Sumangali Morhall.
