Journal- Serious and Trivial

Abundance Affirmations

noreply@blogger.com (Mary Suneetha Joy ) — Mon, 10 Aug 2026 01:25:33 +0000

Courtesy: Mindvalley

I am open and receptive to all the wealth life offers me.

I am surrounded by wealth.

I deserve prosperity.

My success is necessary.

I live an abundant life.

My dreams are coming true.

I believe there is enough money for everyone.

I live in financial prosperity.

I’m living with an abundance mindset.

I continuously manifest abundance.

My affirmations for financial abundance support me.

I am grateful to be surrounded by wealth.

I am capable of success.

My creativity brings me abundance.

Everything I desire is already on its way to me.

More and more prosperity flows into my life.

I choose the path of wealth and prosperity and walk it every day.

I have full trust in my affirmations for money abundance.

Wealth is mine.

I’m growing abundantly every day.

The Monsoons

noreply@blogger.com (Mary Suneetha Joy ) — Fri, 07 Aug 2026 10:16:14 +0000

Celebrations

noreply@blogger.com (Mary Suneetha Joy ) — Thu, 06 Aug 2026 04:09:50 +0000

Soul Food

noreply@blogger.com (Mary Suneetha Joy ) — Wed, 05 Aug 2026 15:50:57 +0000

Friendship

noreply@blogger.com (Mary Suneetha Joy ) — Wed, 05 Aug 2026 03:06:50 +0000

letters to the self

noreply@blogger.com (Mary Suneetha Joy ) — Wed, 05 Aug 2026 03:06:37 +0000

The Manual of the Warrior of Light

noreply@blogger.com (Mary Suneetha Joy ) — Wed, 05 Aug 2026 02:51:41 +0000

A warrior of light knows that certain moments repeat themselves.

He often finds himself faced by the same problems and situations, and seeing

these difficult situations return, he grows depressed, thinking that he is incapable of

making any progress in life.

'I've been through all this before,' he says to his heart.

'Yes, you have been through all this before,' replies his heart. 'But you have

never been beyond it.'

Then the warrior realises that these repeated experiences have but one aim: to

teach him what he does not want to learn.

Try softer

noreply@blogger.com (Mary Suneetha Joy ) — Mon, 03 Aug 2026 04:34:16 +0000

Lucky

noreply@blogger.com (Mary Suneetha Joy ) — Sat, 01 Aug 2026 03:30:04 +0000

Varshaa: Rain Melodies

noreply@blogger.com (Mary Suneetha Joy ) — Fri, 31 Jul 2026 13:57:33 +0000

In one of his stories, the celebrated Malayalam writer T. Padmanabhan writes of a man who loves to listen to the sounds of rain so much that he takes a cassette of rain-sounds with him abroad. When he feels homesick, he listens to the sounds of rain- the sudden outburst, the pitter patter of rain on the roof, on the ground and to the sounds of occasional thunderbolts. The rain has always held a fascination for artists and is a constantly celebrated theme in Indian literature and films.

The theme of the rain is explored by the artists Jason J.Nair and Aby in Varshaa: Rain Melodies, a collection of five rain melodies that inspire both creativity and nostalgia. Though it bursts on you unawares and creates plenty of inconvenience, the rain serves as a muse or a source of inspiration for many writers and artistes. The rain pitter-pattering outside, the sound of thunderbolts flashes of thunder across the sky, the wait for the rains symbolised by the dance of the peacocks or the memories of getting drenched unexpectedly, there are so many threads that come together on listening to these rain melodies.

Happy Birthday KS Chithra

noreply@blogger.com (Mary Suneetha Joy ) — Mon, 27 Jul 2026 03:40:57 +0000

Sometimes, you long to listen to some soulful melodies you have heard before and then you recognize that these songs bring comfort to your weary soul.

Here are some of my favourites among the thousands of songs sung by the Nightingale of South India, KS Chithra

1. Manjal Prasadavum

2. Indraneelimayolum

4. Pudamurikalyanam

5. Aa rathri

6. Kannan Thumbi

7. Mounam Swaramayi

8. Attirambile

10. Aayiram Kannumayi

11. Indupushpam

12. Yathrayee Sooryankuram

13. Ponnil Kulichu

14. Varmukile

15. Panchavarna painkili penne

Possible

noreply@blogger.com (Mary Suneetha Joy ) — Sun, 26 Jul 2026 21:36:12 +0000

Suffering

noreply@blogger.com (Mary Suneetha Joy ) — Sun, 26 Jul 2026 14:58:06 +0000

The impossible

noreply@blogger.com (Mary Suneetha Joy ) — Sat, 25 Jul 2026 04:12:37 +0000

TIME

noreply@blogger.com (Mary Suneetha Joy ) — Thu, 23 Jul 2026 04:23:41 +0000

The Universe

noreply@blogger.com (Mary Suneetha Joy ) — Wed, 22 Jul 2026 13:47:29 +0000

It's Leo Season Again

noreply@blogger.com (Mary Suneetha Joy ) — Wed, 22 Jul 2026 10:46:34 +0000

Love

noreply@blogger.com (Mary Suneetha Joy ) — Wed, 22 Jul 2026 03:49:05 +0000

The Unsent Letters

noreply@blogger.com (Mary Suneetha Joy ) — Tue, 21 Jul 2026 13:01:38 +0000

The Unsent Letters

noreply@blogger.com (Mary Suneetha Joy ) — Sat, 18 Jul 2026 12:38:16 +0000

Letters to the Self

noreply@blogger.com (Mary Suneetha Joy ) — Sat, 18 Jul 2026 12:38:07 +0000

Journal: Serious and Trivial

noreply@blogger.com (Mary Suneetha Joy ) — Sat, 18 Jul 2026 12:38:02 +0000

The pages of my journal await to record a few thoughts. These could serious, trivial or even a mixture of both just like life. All these rambling thoughts were gathered from the same quixotic heart that has loved to dream, to fly, to win and to endure.

The serious thoughts were all about love and the longing to be with the one you love and the need to make him your heart's anchorage and sacred space, how from a chance acquaintance he grew into my world and how this love is celebrated in an alternate universe of togetherness.

The trivial thoughts were scribbled on early mornings as a bundle of words in the dream journal as a celebration of the pure delight of being alive, when a burst of fresh air, a bit of bright blue sky or a belief in the goodness of life were more than enough to keep this heart on cloud nine.

But the best ones are the mixed ones, a little serious and a little trivial about things that celebrate the joy of life that finds room in today's dream journal.

Dreamtime

noreply@blogger.com (Mary Suneetha Joy ) — Sat, 18 Jul 2026 12:36:06 +0000

This is the part of the dreaming earth that you become part of when you sleep or when you reach the ecstasy of creation, the place from where you learn the mysteries of the universe, from this deep slumber where you wake up refreshed and rejuvenated.

The place where your flow activities take you, where you lose your sense of time and you step into kairos time and return back to chronos time having been part of creative forces.

The place where your body rests in the rhythms of nature, in the cycles of sun, moon and the transits of the planets and you feel one with life in the universe. Then, this food that you eat and the love that you cherish becomes medicine that feeds your joy of living.

You learn that all this knowledge shared in the times about this universe is all relative and arbitrary; that you need to learn wisdom from the wise to help you live better and to trust your own intuition so that you can recognise what your heart wants.

This rest, this break, this act of doing nothing but rest and sleep and restore has been nothing but magic, of trusting in the divine timing of the universe.

Letters to the Self

noreply@blogger.com (Mary Suneetha Joy ) — Sat, 18 Jul 2026 12:35:58 +0000

Separation

noreply@blogger.com (Mary Suneetha Joy ) — Fri, 10 Jul 2026 04:09:57 +0000

I became a loser when I had to leave my home of seven years. The very memory brings tears to my eyes. The thought is devastating- I have to go leaving behind my home, my child and my in-laws. The sight of these rooms makes me cry including the floors you have scrubbed and the nooks that your hands cleaned.

You sigh at the memory of the well-kept kitchen and what I see are the necessities of everyday life—including coffee, sugar and bread.Yet tucked away among these ordinary things are remnants of old emotions: the daily activities of a housewife toiling in the kitchen and scrubbing the floors and kitchen utensils.

The memories from a dysfunctional family remain strongly etched in the memory and how one hated home in a general sense. In the beginning, married life was bliss but it became a pattern to repeat your dysfunctional family here.

And, you need to leave your home of seven years to go back to the home you disliked as a growing youth. What fills your mind is a sense of disbelief at the loss you have encountered and sadness at losing the home you had created.