A Moment Held in Time

There’s something about seeing a moment as a painting…

It slows everything down.

Makes you pause.

Makes you notice what you might have otherwise missed.

A reminder that every moment we live

is quietly becoming a memory.

This one doesn’t feel too long ago

the day we stood on stage at Oxford University, sharing insights on Vedic astrology,

while mum spoke about Advaita.

A moment where we shared not just ideas, but our visions.

And in that quiet exchange, we folded into each other’s strength

holding space, supporting, understanding… without needing words.

A simple moment, but one that meant a lot.

Not just standing there, but standing together

carrying our roots, our learning, our journey.

Looking back now, it feels still… almost held in time.

And I realise, these are the moments we don’t fully understand while living them

but later, they become the ones we return to.

Grateful for this one.