A friend of mine who had just attended a dance performance is excited and teary eyed at the same time about how the child continued to dance without missing a beat even when the music stopped accidentally in the middle of her performance. Apparently, there was not a pause, not a blink, not a look of confusion but only steady beat of steps accompanied only by the sound of anklets around her feet on a quiet stage and an even quieter audience. While I can clearly see the immersion of that child in her dance, I cannot help but feel that she is the epitome of "Sthira sukham asanam", bringing ease and steadiness to the position she is in; dancing away to glory not letting the silence preventing her from continuing her dance. I am thinking of my grandmother a lot these past few days and very fondly. As I make rangoli in front of the house, I can almost hear my mom whispering, "Look at that! So like her grandmother". Making bisibelebhath over the weekend, I almost hear my mom again, whispering "Look at the way she cuts her vegetables. Just like her grandmother!" My grandmother was like this big banyan tree who drew everyone to where she was stationed. Staying put where she lived, she could draw everyone and their family to where she lived and could show her love profoundly to them, accepting whatever love they brought for her or didn’t in their relationship, she made a temple of her favorite god where she lived leaving aside all religious expeditions, as a practicing ayurvedic doctor, she helped anyone who has shown up at her door and took what was offered to her in return; teaching me to bring ease and steadiness to my being, in the position I am in - "Sthira Sukham Asanam". My grandmother never stopped dancing; no matter what! As I drive home, I notice a girl jumping rope on her driveway and why not? It is after all that rare beautiful day for this late a time in October. The trees as if in agreement are still colorful, the sun has decided to co operate and shine bright and just as I take a turn, I catch the sight of a blue jay fly joyfully and perch itself on a that branch amidst the golden yellow leaves with the sun shining on them. It was a spectacular sight yet, I wonder about the winter that is not far away, thinking of the branches that would be bare soon but I end up smiling for; no matter the leaves, the branch will be there allowing that bird to come back and sit – steady and at ease in its position “Sthira Sukham Asanam”! The dance continues! While I wish I had captured that bird on my camera,wishing I were walking and not driving, I am grateful that the mind had captured it enough to keep that smile on my face. As I reach home thinking of my grandmother, I am thankful for that parent who had sent me a note that my grandmother must have been such an inspirational woman and spirit to have a grandchild like myself, also hoping that I find ways to honor her spirit. I fondly think of and wonder if that is how the dance continues in our own lives no matter where we are, hopefully steady and at ease in our position - Sthira Sukham Asanam!