🪔 Your Energy Is Sacred — Where Are You Spending It? - By MS | Bhuangan Blog

There are mornings when your body rises… but your soul feels unfinished.

You’re not tired. You’re depleted.

Not because you haven’t slept, but because somewhere, without noticing, you’ve spent your most sacred resource — your energy — on noise that doesn’t deserve it.

🕉 In Ancient India, Energy Was Not Measured in Hours — But in Presence

We didn’t need planners or productivity hacks.
Because the moment we woke up, we knew:

👉 Energy was divine.
👉 Where we give it, we grow it.
👉 And if we waste it, we weaken not just ourselves, but the world around us.

Before mobile notifications and mindless scrolling, our mornings began with something sacred:

• The sound of cows being fed
• The rustle of a broom on a mud floor
• The quiet patience of gathering Parijatha flowers fallen gently from the tree
• The first shloka whispered with folded hands toward the Earth beneath us

Even now, thousands of years later, that wisdom hasn't aged.
It waits for us.
Every morning.

🌞 Affirmations Aren’t New to Us

Modern affirmations say:

"I am strong. I am peaceful. I attract what I deserve."

But long before that, our elders began the day with:

"Karagre Vasate Lakshmi, Karamadhye Saraswati…"

"karamule tu govinda prabhate karadarshanam"

"In my hands, resides abundance, in my palms, I hold wisdom.
And at my roots, divine guidance steadies me.

Before the world touches me, I touch the divine in me."

We weren’t just speaking to the universe —
We were reminding ourselves that our body is a temple, and energy is its offering.

🐄 The First Offering: Serving Those Who Depend on Us

In Indian homes, the first energy of the day didn’t go into emails or errands.
It went into:

• Feeding the cows
• Giving water to birds
• Cleaning the space so others feel peace
• Bathing before sunrise, so our body is ready to receive the day

Why?

Because energy multiplies when it serves something beyond you.

Taking care of animals was never a chore —
it was a spiritual responsibility, just like raising children.
A way to say: “I am here. I’m part of the living rhythm of this world.”

🔔 Morning Noise vs. Morning Meaning

Not all sound is sacred.

Today, our energy leaks into mindless noise:
Videos, voices, arguments, opinions that don’t even belong to us.

But energy, when spent with intention, becomes prana shakti —
the force that carries us through storms and still keeps us tender.

🌼 A Simple Ritual to Reclaim Sacred Energy

Try this:

1. Before touching your phone, touch the ground. Say a small mantra or whisper a thank you to the Earth.
2. Feed one creature — even if it's just the birds outside your window.
3. Speak your own morning truth aloud:
   “Let me give my energy only to what matters today.”

🌙 A Gentle Thought for You

Not every morning will feel calm.
Not every day will begin with grace.

But still — if you can pause, even for a moment,
and choose where your first breath of energy flows…
you’ve already shifted the rhythm of your life.

Even when the world is chaotic, your energy doesn’t have to be.
It can be a quiet prayer.
A bowl of grains for the birds.
A flower at the feet of divinity.
Or the silence of not reacting.

You don’t need to change everything.
You just need to spend your sacredness wisely.

💠 Final Whisper

If your heart feels dry like grass
If your home feels undone
Don’t rush to fix it.
Sit.
Remember who you are.
Where your energy goes, your life follows.

So spend it slowly.
Spend it wisely.
Spend it sacredly.

❄️ Cold Water Therapy: When Ancient Rituals Meet Modern Wellness - By MS | Bhuangan Blog

A sacred memory, a timeless healing

“Before the sun could rise, they had already stepped into the river.
Wrapped in silence, shivering — but glowing.
Not from warmth,
but from willingness.”

🪔 Before Ice Baths, There Was the Sacred River

These days, celebrities plunge into tubs of ice water,
posting reels from Iceland, praising "cold plunges" and "nervous system resets."

But long before wellness became a trend —
our ancestors practiced it without spectacle.

Not in spas, but in rivers.
Not for youthfulness, but for purification.
Not for performance, but for presence.

From the banks of the Godavari, Yamuna, Kaveri, and Ganga —
for thousands of years, Indians embraced cold morning dips
as a ritual of cleansing, surrender, and inner alignment.

🧊 The Chill Wasn't a Challenge — It Was an Offering

I still remember Kartika Masam (one of the months in hindu calendar).

Waking before dawn,
wrapped in a soft shawl, guided by elders —
we would make our way to the river’s edge, lanterns flickering in the dark.

There was a hush. A reverence.
No one boasted. No one hurried.
Just footsteps in the fog, leading toward still, holy waters.

As I stepped in, hand held by someone older —
mother, aunt, or grandfather —
the cold hit me like truth.
And yet, I felt safe.

That’s not just cold. That’s awakening.

🌸 Pushkarams and Kartika Masam: Rituals with Ice in Their Bones

Even as recently as the early 2000s,
many of us were led to rivers before sunrise — still sleepy, still dreaming —
but brought to life by the plunge.

During Pushkaralu(ancient Hindu festival celebrated in India to worship sacred rivers), you’d see it everywhere:

• Aunties in white cotton saris
• Chanting voices echoing “Govinda! Govinda!”
• Steam rising from the river as first light arrived
• And children, nervous but proud, walking into the water with their elders

That glow stayed on the skin — not like makeup,
but like grace.

🌿 The Science Was Always There — Hidden in Devotion

Today’s science celebrates cold water for its:

• Improved blood flow
• Dopamine boost
• Reduced inflammation
• Immune strengthening
• Mental resilience

But our ancestors didn’t need proof.
They had practice.
They trusted experience over research.
And somehow, they just knew:

“You’ll feel better. Just dip.”

🧘🏽‍♀️ Should You Try It Now?

Yes — but as always, with care and intention.

• Start by washing your face with cold water in the morning
• Gradually try short cold showers
• If possible, take a full cold bath once a week before sunrise
• Avoid if you’re ill or sensitive — listen to your body

You don’t need a holy river.
Even a quiet bathroom, lit by morning light, can become sacred —
if your intention is reverent.

💧 One More Memory to Hold Close

And maybe that’s why those early morning dips stay with us.
Not just because of the cold,
but because someone’s warm hand once held ours as we stepped in.
A parent. A grandparent. A sibling.
Teaching us — without saying much —
that we are capable of doing hard things,
and emerging brighter on the other side.

💬 A Bhuangan Thought to Carry:

“They didn’t need Iceland.
They had the Ganga.
They didn’t do it for likes.
They did it for light.”

The world is catching up to what our elders did with quiet faith.
So next time you see a cold therapy trend,
remember: we’ve already been there.
With rivers, with rituals,
and with the unspoken wisdom of warm hands in cold water.💧🕊️

🌏 Touching the Earth: A Forgotten Morning Prayer - By MS | Bhuangan Blog

— A ritual for grounding, gratitude, and grace before the day begins

Before your feet touch the floor,
before the noise of the world begins,
there is a pause —
a breath —
and a prayer,
whispered silently with the palm of your hand on the Earth.

🪔 My Grandmother’s Morning Blessing

Every time I ran out to play — muddy knees, mismatched socks, breathless with excitement —
my ammamma would stop me at the door and say:

“Touch the Earth. Say thank you.
She holds you.
She forgives you.
She’ll carry you when you fall.”

At the time, I thought it was just one of those superstitions.
Something from “the old days.”
But now, after years of running, falling, chasing, losing —
I understand what she meant.

🌱 Why This Simple Ritual Matters

Touching the Earth isn’t just symbolic.
It’s reconnection.

In our fast lives, we wake up and go — from mattress to screen, from thought to urgency.
But this ritual is a return.

A reminder:

• That you are not floating, you are held.
• That your actions have weight, and you walk on something sacred.
• That you belong to the Earth, and not just to the rush of the day.

🧎🏽‍♀️ The Ritual, Remembered Simply

Before stepping out of bed:

1. Sit up slowly.
2. Place your right hand gently on the floor or ground.
3. Bow your head slightly and whisper — either out loud or in your heart:

🕊️ “Samudra vasane devi
Parvata sthana mandale
Vishnu patni namastubhyam
Paada sparsham kshamasva me”

This ancient Sanskrit verse translates to:

“O Mother Earth, consort of Lord Vishnu,
who is adorned with oceans and mountains,
forgive me for touching you with my feet.”

It’s a ritual of respect.
Of humility.
Of beginning with grace.

🌄 When You Touch the Earth, You Touch Your Own Stillness

There is something powerful about beginning the day with this gesture.
Before emails, before news, before opinions — you come home to something ancient:

🌿 The Earth doesn’t demand.
She holds.
She absorbs.
She gives.

Touching her — even for a second — reminds you:
You are part of something vast, wise, and patient.

🧡 For Children, For Adults, For the Rushed Soul

If you’re a parent, teach your child this ritual.
Not as a rule, but as a memory they can return to — like I returned to my grandmother’s voice.

If you’re grown, and overwhelmed,
Try it just once.

You might be surprised at how one silent morning gesture
can shift the entire energy of your day.

🌸 A Thought from Bhuangan to Carry:

“When the world moves too fast, touch what doesn’t.
The Earth has seen your fears before.
She knows how to steady you.”

So tomorrow,
before you chase the day —
touch the Earth.
Say thank you.
And let that moment carry you through.

🌾 When the Grass is Dry and the Home is Messy - By MS | Bhuangan Blog

 🌾 A Love Letter to the Ones Who Are Barely Holding On -  By MS | Bhuangan Blog 

The garden is brown.
The house is quiet, except for the clutter.
The sink is full.
The mirror has smudges.
And your soul? She’s trying. So hard.

But no one sees that part.

🌱 This Is Not Laziness. This Is Survival.

There are times in life when the dishes pile up not because you’re careless,
but because you’re in survival mode.

Maybe you’re grieving.
Maybe you're burned out.
Maybe you’re walking on eggshells because someone you live with is cruel.
Or maybe… you’re just exhausted from being strong for everyone else.

This is not a sign of failure.
It’s a sign you’ve been carrying too much — for too long.

🌼 “People Are Not Good or Bad. They Are Human.”

My grandmother once told me:

“No one is born good or bad. People are human. It’s the situation that makes them one or the other.”

But what if the person hurting you knows what they’re doing?

That’s the part no one talks about.
When someone’s words slice through you daily…
When they twist the truth and leave you wondering if you are the problem…

Even then — even in that pain — you are still sacred.
Still worthy.
Still allowed to say:

“This mess is not my shame. It’s my proof that I’m still here.”

🪔 What the Dry Grass Is Whispering

Not all dry lawns come from drought.
Some come from energy vampires who leave nothing for you.
Some come from the exhaustion of performing okay-ness for the world.

But the grass doesn’t judge you.
It waits.

“Water me when you can,” it says.
“I’ll be here when you’re ready.”

🧘🏽‍♀️ So What Can You Do?

Don’t force a transformation.

Instead, try:

• 💧 Watering one plant — not to fix the yard, but to remind your hands they still hold life.
• 🧹 Cleaning one surface — not to please anyone, but to reclaim a corner of peace.
• ✍🏽 Writing down the names of the people who drain you — and letting the page hold your truth.
• 🌞 Opening the window and facing east — even if you don’t feel like praying, just breathe.

You’re not a broken thing.
You are a becoming thing.

🌸 And If You’re Being Hurt by Someone…

No, it’s not your karma to suffer endlessly.
Even if this person came into your life to play a role in your soul’s growth —

It is not your job to shrink just to keep the peace.

You don’t need to fix them.
You don’t need to stay silent.
You just need to stay gentle with yourself.

That’s the real spiritual practice.

🌷 Final Words from Bhuangan:

“Not every mess needs to be cleaned.
Some of them just need to be understood.”

And not every relationship needs to be healed.
Some of them need to be outgrown.

If your grass is dry and your house is heavy — know this:
You are not the mess. You are the one still blooming through it.

🪔 Too Much Screen? Old Indian Ways to Feel Like Yourself Again - By MS | Bhuangan Blog

Some days I close my laptop and feel like my body doesn't belong to me anymore.

Eyes dry. Neck stiff. Mind foggy.

But I remember…
How my mother used to say:
“Your body is not a machine. Treat it like a temple.”

Back then, we didn’t know words like "digital fatigue" or "nervous system burnout."
But we had rituals. Small, sacred acts that still bring me home — even now.

These are not rules. These are reminders.
Of who we were… and who we still are.

🌿 Five Old Indian Rituals That Heal Your Body After Screen Time

🧴 1. Oil Your Feet Before Bed

This wasn’t a luxury in our house — it was daily care.
My mother would warm a little coconut oil in a spoon, and gently rub it on our feet before bed.
“Your body listens through your feet,” she used to say.

Now, after a long day of screens, try this:

• Wash your feet with cold water.
• Warm some sesame or coconut oil.
• Rub into your soles for 2 minutes.
• Feel how your body slows down and softens.

Try this for three nights. Your sleep will thank you.

👁️ 2. Splash Cold Water on Your Eyes and Neck

My grandmother never let us eat or sit down after school without first washing our eyes.
“Wash away the day,” she’d say.

Now, after hours of staring at a screen, this simple act resets your whole system.

• Splash cold water gently over your eyes and on the back of your neck.
• Close your eyes. Pause. Let the coolness remind you that you're still here.

No app will calm your nerves like water does.

🌞 3. Sit in the Morning Sun (Even Just for 5 Minutes)

My mom would wrap a shawl around me and say,
“You don’t have to brush. Just come sit.”

I’d sit on the stairs, wrapped in my blanket, eyes half-closed, while the sun gently filled the yard.

If you're stuck to screens all day, this one practice can bring your body back.

Just sit where sunlight hits. Face east if you can.
Don’t scroll. Don’t talk. Just sit. Let your skin remember the morning.

☀️ 4. Do 3 Rounds of Surya Namaskar (Slow and Aware)

After sitting too long, your spine folds in.
Your neck drops. Your breath shortens.

Surya Namaskar isn’t just a fitness move — it’s a way to bring breath and movement back to your body.

• Move slowly, with your breath
• Just 3 rounds in the morning, or before dinner

Even a few minutes of this can reset your posture, eyes, and mood.

💧 5. Sip Water Like a Ritual, Not a Task

These days, we drink water only when an app reminds us.
But in our homes, water was sacred.
A brass tumbler. A clay pot. A mother who’d say:

“Don’t gulp. Sit. Let it go down slow.”

After screen time, try this:

• Close your screen.
• Sit down with a glass of water.
• Sip slowly — like you’re doing something important.

Your body will understand this pause. It’s not hydration. It’s healing.

🌸 Final Words

You don’t need a retreat.
You just need to return — to the old wisdom you already carry inside.

Try one of these for two days. Not all of them. Just one.
See what your body says. Let it be your guide.

We didn’t call it wellness back then.
It was just a way of life.

 

🛏️ The Bed That Waits for the Moon - By MS | Bhuangan Blog

🌙 Where We Sleep, We Begin Again

“Make your bed — not just for order, but to protect the energy you sleep with.”

— Bhuangan

There is a certain silence that beds carry —
A silence of dreams, of forgotten tears, of deep rest that holds our spirit for 8 long hours.
It is not just furniture. It is a sacred ground where your body resets.
Your mind heals. Your energy reshapes.

That’s why, in our home, the bed was not touched in the day.
Not sat on. Not leaned on.
It was made with care each morning —
and left alone like a temple that opens only after dusk.

🪷 A Daily Ritual, A Lifetime Discipline

We didn’t need alarm clocks to learn discipline.
We had rituals.
One of the earliest and quietest ones was:
“Make your bed.”

My father insisted it wasn’t just about tidiness.

“You sleep here for 8 hours,” he’d say.
“That’s longer than any job or school. Don’t leave it open for chaos.”

It taught us:

• To respect spaces we use the most.
• To not drag our sleepy laziness into the rest of the day.
• To close one chapter (sleep) before opening another (action).

Children who learn to put their bed back into order
grow into adults who can restore their own mind after emotional storms.

🌞 Night Beds & Day Beds: A Forgotten Wisdom

In our home, beds were for night only.
Daytime rest, if needed, happened on long chairs, swings, or woven cots.

This wasn’t just a quirky habit — it was ancestral wisdom passed on quietly through generations.

My father would always say:

“The energy you leave on a bed is delicate.
If you don’t clear it, something else might collect it.”

He never explained what “something else” was.
But in our hearts, we understood.
In the old Indian way of seeing the world — not all beings are seen.

Some are gentle. Some are simply passing.
Some are looking for warmth, a place to linger.
An unmade bed, still heavy with our body’s impressions, can feel like an invitation to those energies.

It’s not about fear.
It’s about respecting the invisible balance of the world around us.

Making the bed each morning was our quiet way of saying:

“Thank you for the rest. This space is now cleared. This energy is now mine again.”

And every evening, when we returned to a fresh bed —
it felt like returning to a space blessed by boundaries.

🌼 Sacredness Is in Small Acts

In Indian homes, not all rituals come with bells and flowers.
Some come with folded sheets and straightened pillows.

To this day, I can’t leave the house without pulling the corners of my bed tight.
Not for Instagram.
Not for guests.
But because it honors the place where I rest my dreams.

🪔 A Bhuangan Thought to Carry:

“Make your bed as if you’re making peace with the night before.
And preparing to dream without clutter.”

🧵 Bonus: Start Your Day With These 3 Intentions While Making the Bed

1. Thank the bed for holding your weight through the night.
2. Bless your sleep — even if it wasn’t perfect.
3. Set an intention for the day: calm, focus, joy, or anything your heart needs.

🪷 The Parijatham That Opens Before the World Does - By MS | Bhuangan Blog

✨ A quiet story of flowers, scents, and the language of early morning devotion.

🌸 A Flower That Falls to Be Worshipped

In the stillness of early dawn — before even the birds finish their songs —
there lies a soft carpet of Parijatham flowers under the tree.
Not plucked. Not forced.
Fallen gently. Surrendered. Waiting.

We call it Parijatham, the sacred bloom beloved by Lord Krishna himself.
In English, some call it the Night-flowering Jasmine or Coral Jasmine,
but no name captures its soul — the way it perfumes a front yard without asking for attention.

As children, our mornings had a mission —
to gather these flowers from the soil, post-bath, before the sun turned them dry and shy.

And the rule was clear:

❗ You don’t pluck Parijatham.
You only receive what it offers you.

A flower that teaches devotion through patience.

🌿 A Quiet Ritual of Offering

No one told me how many blessings I would earn.
No one calculated karma points.
But every time I bent down to pick the soft orange-stemmed flower,
my heart felt anchored, like I had done something right that day.

We used to walk barefoot, still wrapped in the wetness of our morning bath,
collecting Parijathams with careful fingers…
and placing them one by one at the feet of Krishna’s idol in the puja room.

No chants.
No camera.
Just a scent,
a moment,
and a whisper of love.

🕊️ “Lord, this is for you. I waited. And I came.”

🌞 A Flower That Taught Me Discipline

Parijatham never waits.
She blooms at night, falls by morning at the first rays of sunlight, and disappears by sun.
She doesn’t give you second chances.

If you’re late, the moment is lost.
So you learn to wake up.
You learn to look out of the window before anything else.
You learn urgency without rush, and love without possession.

That tree taught me more than any school bell.
It told me:

“If something is sacred, show up for it.
Don’t demand.
Don’t force.
Just be present when it falls into your life.”

🪔 What It Means Now

Now, 30 years later…
when I see a Parijatham bloom outside my window,
the scent doesn’t just fill the air —
it fills me.

It brings back all the mornings I wanted to be good…
all the days I started with meaning…
and all the devotion that was so natural,
because it came with a flower.

🌼 A Bhuangan Thought to Carry:

“True offerings come from waiting, not taking.
What falls to your feet in grace is meant for the divine.”

If you ever feel scattered or disconnected,
maybe you don’t need a big ritual.
Maybe you just need to find your own Parijatham moment —
something that blooms quietly, falls gently, and brings you home to yourself.