by Srila Devi | 18. May 2026 | All Posts, Healing, Personal Transformation, Reflections, Social systems, Trauma
Last year, I had a number of interactions that made me reflect deeply on the concept of emotional maturity: what it is, and why it seems to be so rare in a world that appears more reactive than ever. A brief glance at modern politics often feels like watching the...
by Srila Devi | 28. April 2026 | All Posts, Personal Transformation, Reflections, Spiritual Journeys
Yesterday afternoon, I said goodbye to Idris, a dear old friend who had passed away at the age of 79. I had not seen him for many years, yet the depth of our connection had never been touched by distance. It was the kind of bond that can only be forged when two people...
by Srila Devi | 13. April 2026 | All Posts, Indian Spirituality, Personal Transformation, Reflections, Spiritual Journeys
For five years of my life, I was a devoted student of a spiritual teacher. He seemed like the perfect embodiment of divine love, radiating kindness, compassion, gentleness, and wisdom. Strong transformations and healing took place in his presence, and he helped many...
by Srila Devi | 31. March 2026 | All Posts, Healing, Personal Transformation, Reflections
Last year, I was in Sicily during what is called Settimana Santa, Holy Week in Christianity. I took part in ancient, week-long traditions and rituals that re-enacted the passion, death and resurrection of Christ. There were solemn processions through the town,...
by Srila Devi | 23. March 2026 | All Posts, Personal Transformation, Reflections, Spiritual Journeys
A while ago, I had a conversation with a colleague from the yoga world. We were discussing a well-known yoga teacher with a large social media following, a successful YouTube channel, and several lucrative studios. “That’s what I call a successful yogi”, my friend...
by Srila Devi | 3. March 2026 | Healing, Personal Transformation, Reflections, Trauma
In my thirties, I dated a talented visual artist for a while. One day, I asked him what had made him become a painter. He paused, looked at me pensively, and said, “Love. It was because of love.” Thinking he meant his love of art or colour, I nodded. But he continued....
