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SISTER LOVE by Aparna Khanolkar



 Yesterday I was working as always. In the afternoon, I was kidnapped by a friend of mine. I did not know what she was up to…

She took me to the beach and there, four others friends were gathered. Innocent and not in the knowing, I laughed. Immediately, they surrounded me in a circle -- a small circle of 5. Hands clasped, hearts open. I smiled. And she began speaking of being my loving witness to my deepest transformation when my partner left the relationship. No words, no talking, no explanations.

~Each woman spoke of her love for me. What she sees in me.~ 

The sun shone, the waves broke not too far from us. Strangers watched my sorrow rise to the surface and the love that embraced me. I sobbed and wailed. I was loved, truly loved in the deepest way. I was free to finally feel my sorrow and loss. I was free to fall apart in the arms of my sisters by the sea. I cried, I sobbed, I wailed. They cried too.

I am still sobbing while I write this. I began my healing. I began experiencing unconditional love. 

Here is my offering to all women everywhere...to melt into the love. To heal the original wound. The Beloved is within.
Artistic Photography by Heather Evans Smith
Sister Love

The wails of a broken woman blessed by her sisters, 
blessed by the wind, the sea, the sand.
Blessed by the Universe.
The sobs of a woman waiting 
for love to pry open her heart, 
the love of her beloved lost for now.
The love from her sisters touching her raw wound. 
A divine conspiracy 
of a woman in suffering births a wise woman from within. 
Held by her sisters at the beginning of a new dawn. 
No resistance
Full surrender
Complete readiness
Unfathomable courage born of ruthless vulnerability.
Stripped bare in her heart. 
The broken woman allows each sister to nourish.
Adorned by lapis and pearls. 
Healed by embraces and kisses
promises, wisdom, knowing.
The salve of pure love mends her heart today.
More tomorrow.
Standing by the water's edge, 
they are in the place of others before 
And others long after.
The journey into love 
catalyzed by broken hearts, lovers, strangers and sisters.
The wind heard this all 
and whispered 'I love you,' to all that passed by
witnessing this expression of love between sisters.
Still she sits today in this love:
broken, mended, mending, healing, wailing, sobbing. 
This love, this very real love
- that she yearned for from her beloved-
 came from her sisters. 
Fortune, luck, alchemy, misfortune, karma. 
Love is always love. Be it from sisters or the beloved. 
She smiles in this knowing 
She wails in this knowing.
The Universe is her witness. 

Aparna Khanolkar was a chef and culinary consultant for the Chopra Center for Wellbeing where she taught people about the value of food, health and Ayurvedic lifestyle. She’s authored and published four books (A Mother's Blessing,Purify and HealHappy Belly Happy Soul, and Spice). Aparna teaches workshops and facilitates retreats for women using this ancient knowledge from her native India. She co-founded Grace, Power and Beauty: “To Inspire women be spirited and soft, feel beautiful, soulful and wise. I show women how to be in charge of your own destiny - for health, happiness and peace. What I teach you is easy and juicy: how to journey from Karma to Dharma. All it requires is that you show up.” You may visit her website here, find her on facebook here, or write to her at aparna@themistressofspice.com


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