<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623963892177499355</id><updated>2012-01-29T23:01:08.106+01:00</updated><category term='spirit'/><category term='meditation'/><category term='self help'/><category term='music'/><category term='psychology'/><category term='yoga'/><category term='mantra'/><category term='health'/><category term='spirituality'/><category term='Daily life'/><category term='life'/><title type='text'>Sweat and laugh</title><subtitle type='html'>A journey into Kundalini yoga and spirituality</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Saranpreet Kaur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09872356705408831479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>363</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623963892177499355.post-5708801910983538710</id><published>2012-01-29T19:03:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T23:01:08.112+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming to terms with Self.</title><summary type='text'>The past few days I've felt like a total teenager. I'm releasing so much stuff and it just pours out of me like the emotional equivalent of snot. And it builds - surfaces - leaves. Ad infinitum, it seems. But there's so much to let go of as the new life blooms forth. So much of my personality that's completely redundant, that's only been for protection and preservation. And I don't need it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/5708801910983538710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2012/01/coming-to-terms-with-self.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/5708801910983538710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/5708801910983538710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2012/01/coming-to-terms-with-self.html' title='Coming to terms with Self.'/><author><name>Saranpreet Kaur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09872356705408831479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623963892177499355.post-7268110926860218562</id><published>2012-01-27T21:20:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T00:03:04.465+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Transcending and refining emotions</title><summary type='text'>The refining process requires fire. It's nice and all to ask for it, to ask for purification and expansion, but to walk through it and let yourself burn is another matter altogether. Going through the fire I always feel there's a choice; to penetrate and power through, or to surrender. Usually for me, first I roll up my sleeves and exhaust myself, and then I collapse into surrender. I guess I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/7268110926860218562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2012/01/transcending-and-refining-emotions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/7268110926860218562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/7268110926860218562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2012/01/transcending-and-refining-emotions.html' title='Transcending and refining emotions'/><author><name>Saranpreet Kaur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09872356705408831479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623963892177499355.post-5977574790211816870</id><published>2012-01-23T15:51:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T23:21:30.163+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><summary type='text'>Today I took risks. Today I stepped up to the challenge. Today I faced my fears. Today I spoke up for myself. Today I got a piece of myself back. Today I fell on my knees on my kitchen floor And thanked God. So supported and so Infinitely Loved.And bliss just keeps raining down.Waheguru.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/5977574790211816870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2012/01/today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/5977574790211816870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/5977574790211816870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2012/01/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>Saranpreet Kaur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09872356705408831479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623963892177499355.post-5256121851687813976</id><published>2012-01-17T15:41:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T23:14:12.475+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The art of being in the right place at the right time</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday I became aware of a subtle but significant shift in my body. It was as if someone opened a hatch between the bottom of my heart and the top of my solar plexus. Suddenly there was CONNECTION between my 4th and 3rd chakras. As I explored this feeling of opening and connection I was aware of stuff from my 3rd chakra coming up into the heart and moving into consciousness. No WONDER I've </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/5256121851687813976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2012/01/art-of-being-in-right-place-at-right.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/5256121851687813976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/5256121851687813976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2012/01/art-of-being-in-right-place-at-right.html' title='The art of being in the right place at the right time'/><author><name>Saranpreet Kaur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09872356705408831479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623963892177499355.post-2237640837347394121</id><published>2012-01-11T21:26:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T21:36:31.527+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Real commitment</title><summary type='text'>In the past few weeks since receiving Amrit it has become clear to me that I have entered a relationship. A deep, Infinite relationship with my Soul, my Guru and through that, with ALL THAT IS. And I have come to realize that since I entered this relatioship, I will never be let go. For one, my Kara reminds me that I'm handcuffed to Bliss. But more than that, Sangat has become the cornerstone of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/2237640837347394121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2012/01/real-commitment.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/2237640837347394121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/2237640837347394121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2012/01/real-commitment.html' title='Real commitment'/><author><name>Saranpreet Kaur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09872356705408831479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623963892177499355.post-4405004996624609260</id><published>2012-01-09T14:56:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T15:45:53.541+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Bowing Jaap Sahib</title><summary type='text'>A friend of mine attended a group sadhana where they did bowing Jaap Sahib. It's been popping into my consciousness a lot recently, so I got really called to start doing it, as I wasn't feeling any of my prior yoga commitments. Turns out this practice is just what the Guru ordered! The bowing practice works directly on my right hip which has been congested and weak. It works directly through my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/4405004996624609260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2012/01/bowing-jaap-sahib.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/4405004996624609260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/4405004996624609260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2012/01/bowing-jaap-sahib.html' title='Bowing Jaap Sahib'/><author><name>Saranpreet Kaur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09872356705408831479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623963892177499355.post-339899749984045178</id><published>2012-01-06T17:58:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T12:58:44.865+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Generosity</title><summary type='text'>I've been thinking a lot lately about giving, receiving and generosity and how it manifests. Generosity as a way of life. I was brought up in a culture where "there's no such thing as a free lunch". So naturally, generosity only existed as something on the surface; a gesture to mask a hidden agenda. But as I understand it, true generosity and true giving comes from unconditionality. From not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/339899749984045178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2012/01/generosity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/339899749984045178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/339899749984045178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2012/01/generosity.html' title='Generosity'/><author><name>Saranpreet Kaur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09872356705408831479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623963892177499355.post-914802039752428403</id><published>2012-01-05T12:52:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T14:34:31.054+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mutual healing</title><summary type='text'>Something that hit me after getting back from Solstice was that the time really is NOW. Plans that I though would be off in the far future had suddenly activated. Others weren't even relevant anymore. Something else that really dawned on me was the shift in my relationships. There was different energy present, and also a much stronger sensing of the energy of the other person. It seems though </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/914802039752428403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2012/01/mutual-healing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/914802039752428403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/914802039752428403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2012/01/mutual-healing.html' title='Mutual healing'/><author><name>Saranpreet Kaur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09872356705408831479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623963892177499355.post-2874151549395951203</id><published>2012-01-03T12:22:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T13:00:55.387+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Solstice 5</title><summary type='text'>I never knew that allowing bliss was the real work in this lifetime. Even after amrit, as my body was clearing and sweating for several days, I kept going into disbelief. And from disbelief to remembering and bliss. And again. Disbelief - remembering - bliss. As the Celebration came to an end I had the opportunity to take some yoga classes, the most memorable one was "become strong as steel". It </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/2874151549395951203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2012/01/winter-solstice-5.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/2874151549395951203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/2874151549395951203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2012/01/winter-solstice-5.html' title='Winter Solstice 5'/><author><name>Saranpreet Kaur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09872356705408831479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623963892177499355.post-4256009403853268658</id><published>2012-01-01T14:24:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T16:42:08.296+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Solstice 4</title><summary type='text'>AMRITAs I was sitting on a sheet on the ground outside the Gurdwara chanting Waheguru, waiting for the last amrit interview, I was high. My body was humming and my teeth were zinging from the energy pouring through me. Just before it was my time to go in to speak with the Panj Piyaare, I saw the face of a tigress. She was right up in my face, nose to nose. I recognized her from before; in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/4256009403853268658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2012/01/winter-solstice-4.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/4256009403853268658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/4256009403853268658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2012/01/winter-solstice-4.html' title='Winter Solstice 4'/><author><name>Saranpreet Kaur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09872356705408831479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623963892177499355.post-9149414918431929472</id><published>2011-12-31T13:47:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T14:44:17.036+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Solstice 3</title><summary type='text'>After the days of set up everything had already happened to me. As the Celebration kicked off with workshops I found myself drawn to work, as if I was scared to slow down. So I went for a yoga workshop called "Authentic Relationships". I figured that would be good for my intention for the new year. It pushed me past my zone of comfort to the point where resistance melted away and old hurts were </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/9149414918431929472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/12/winter-solstice-3.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/9149414918431929472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/9149414918431929472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/12/winter-solstice-3.html' title='Winter Solstice 3'/><author><name>Saranpreet Kaur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09872356705408831479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623963892177499355.post-2789953385161904896</id><published>2011-12-29T13:11:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T14:41:40.593+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Solstice 2</title><summary type='text'>Trying to reconstruct a timeline for myself here, so much happened I'm not sure where all my memories fit in...After not sleeping for 36 hours, and travelling for 16 of them, I arrived at Orland International Airport. I was greeted by Guru Simran Singh, a total darling of a man who's also a walking encyclopedia! I got into the van and met most of the set-up crew. I was so tired I was babbling but</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/2789953385161904896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/12/winter-solstice-2.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/2789953385161904896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/2789953385161904896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/12/winter-solstice-2.html' title='Winter Solstice 2'/><author><name>Saranpreet Kaur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09872356705408831479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623963892177499355.post-1710262547178709229</id><published>2011-12-28T19:21:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T20:06:13.379+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Solstice 1</title><summary type='text'>Just got back from Winter Solstice in Florida. So much happened and my life will never be the same.Looking into peoples' faces I saw siblings of destiny.I found my Maharaaj and I found my captain. I found my brothers.I found the warrior within. My Guru called me. Mama tiger guided me.I lay everything at the door of Love.Waheguru Ji Ka Khalsa, Waheguru Ji Ki Fateh!I lost my passport in Frankfurt.I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/1710262547178709229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/12/winter-solstice-1.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/1710262547178709229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/1710262547178709229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/12/winter-solstice-1.html' title='Winter Solstice 1'/><author><name>Saranpreet Kaur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09872356705408831479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623963892177499355.post-46135733056195227</id><published>2011-12-13T10:51:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T11:12:06.441+01:00</updated><title type='text'>shiver&amp;shake</title><summary type='text'>The past few days have been really intense. Huge planetary shifts are taking place. I've moved my things to my new home. I've been through some tough physical release, my whole body shaking as energy freed itself in my right hip and my first chakra. I've come through. There's been some amazing miracles every day. Opportunities to serve from the heart. Divine guidance coming through friends and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/46135733056195227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/12/shiver.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/46135733056195227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/46135733056195227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/12/shiver.html' title='shiver&amp;shake'/><author><name>Saranpreet Kaur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09872356705408831479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623963892177499355.post-4697059911743719023</id><published>2011-12-11T20:22:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T20:30:19.242+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Rythm and the body</title><summary type='text'>The body has it's own rythms; beating along with the Universal wave. When the body gets out of rythm, disease manifests. I used to close my body from rythm, I would make myself hard and unmovable. Everything so as not to let myslef be vulnerable, and, I reasoned, be hurt. But lately I've been feeling rythms again. I've become sensitive to the pulse of my body, of life, and I'm letting myself </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/4697059911743719023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/12/rythm-and-body.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/4697059911743719023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/4697059911743719023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/12/rythm-and-body.html' title='Rythm and the body'/><author><name>Saranpreet Kaur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09872356705408831479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623963892177499355.post-4430970451739348178</id><published>2011-12-10T14:02:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T14:26:27.856+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Game on!</title><summary type='text'>...so as Sikhnet launched the first sikh online adventure game "The Ogre's Curse" - I couldn't resist playing it, eventhough I think it's geared towards children. I was pleasantly surprised! It was challenging even for an adult, it was very very funny, it was educational in a nice, subtle and humble way. It also skillfully side-stepped any gender-related pitfalls. I also love the fact that it's a</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/4430970451739348178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/12/game-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/4430970451739348178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/4430970451739348178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/12/game-on.html' title='Game on!'/><author><name>Saranpreet Kaur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09872356705408831479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623963892177499355.post-1256922245174056387</id><published>2011-12-09T11:08:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T11:14:16.029+01:00</updated><title type='text'>That feeling</title><summary type='text'>There's a feeling, deep inside, telling me of who I am. Telling of the bliss of existence. In my pride and fear I decided I didn't deserve it. How long will I wait and struggle and cry before I'm ready accept myself? Or shall I start this instant? May we be guided by our inner sun today and all days. May we dive into our souls and float in bliss. Sat Nam.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/1256922245174056387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/12/that-feeling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/1256922245174056387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/1256922245174056387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/12/that-feeling.html' title='That feeling'/><author><name>Saranpreet Kaur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09872356705408831479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623963892177499355.post-7072282144919946223</id><published>2011-12-02T14:17:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T14:42:06.292+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Progress and faith</title><summary type='text'>I was reflecting over my personal progress and evolution and an interesting fact struck me regarding my attitude to development in general. I've always thought that development is something one attains by hard work. Really hard work. That I'm only assured progress if I keep myself on the absolute outer limits of my capacity. (This, in the long run, lead to depression, depletion and burn-out.) I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/7072282144919946223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/12/progress-and-faith.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/7072282144919946223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/7072282144919946223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/12/progress-and-faith.html' title='Progress and faith'/><author><name>Saranpreet Kaur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09872356705408831479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623963892177499355.post-5958978092045504692</id><published>2011-11-30T17:03:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T22:18:19.139+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Transformation</title><summary type='text'>As I'm packing for my impending move to Copenhagen (only 30 minutes away from Sweden!) I'm struck by how efficiently I've actually managed to reduce my belongings to bare essentials along the years. Gathering and storing everything has only taken a couple of hours, when I at last got going. It feels very good to know that everything I own is there for a reason; there's almost no stuff lying about</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/5958978092045504692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/11/transformation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/5958978092045504692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/5958978092045504692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/11/transformation.html' title='Transformation'/><author><name>Saranpreet Kaur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09872356705408831479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623963892177499355.post-1795049524760999835</id><published>2011-11-27T19:31:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T21:04:29.385+01:00</updated><title type='text'>40 days of So Purakh - of men and women</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday I completed a 40-day commitment to reciting the So Purakh shabad from Rehiraas. As my relationship ended just over a month ago, I felt I wanted to recite this shabd for my ex, and for my father. The effects have been very healing. Some issues have surfaced. But mostly it has been a very positive process. I've been meeting all these compasionate, spiritual and humble men all the while. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/1795049524760999835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/11/40-days-of-so-purakh-of-men-and-women.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/1795049524760999835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/1795049524760999835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/11/40-days-of-so-purakh-of-men-and-women.html' title='40 days of So Purakh - of men and women'/><author><name>Saranpreet Kaur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09872356705408831479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623963892177499355.post-3218770876377466539</id><published>2011-11-23T21:01:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T21:38:41.769+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Out with the old, in with the new</title><summary type='text'>So whatever else I'm doing in my life, I can definitely testify that having committed to my daily banis and having just started a sahaj paath is making a huge difference. Today has been a very very exciting and strange day. In a really good way. After I read my morning banis I had a mental conversation with Yogi Bhajan, about this day and my future.  I was off to Copenhagen to look at an </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/3218770876377466539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/11/out-with-old-in-with-new.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/3218770876377466539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/3218770876377466539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/11/out-with-old-in-with-new.html' title='Out with the old, in with the new'/><author><name>Saranpreet Kaur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09872356705408831479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623963892177499355.post-8892332400767159213</id><published>2011-11-21T15:59:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T00:17:32.944+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sahaj Paath</title><summary type='text'>An acquaintance on Facebook told me he had great news. The news was he'd just finished reciting his second Sahaj Paath. That got me thinking. I'm on this healing journey, using all the tools available but I haven't actually thought of doing a paath. So I'm going to start doing that now. My intention is to heal myself and to heal my life. I'm not sure how long it'll take, but it doesn't matter. I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/8892332400767159213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/11/sahej-path.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/8892332400767159213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/8892332400767159213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/11/sahej-path.html' title='Sahaj Paath'/><author><name>Saranpreet Kaur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09872356705408831479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623963892177499355.post-8726679687082052835</id><published>2011-11-19T15:38:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T15:49:29.355+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Gurdwara</title><summary type='text'>I went to our local Gurdwara today. I almost didn't go, my mind hurled all kinds of obstacles at me. But I took myself there (well, mostly I think the Guru took me there) and it was really cozy and nice. A lot of adorable children running around. I was too self-conscious to accept leading kirtan and I'm kicking myself about letting fear come in the way of service. How I was feeling less than </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/8726679687082052835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/11/gurdwara.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/8726679687082052835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/8726679687082052835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/11/gurdwara.html' title='Gurdwara'/><author><name>Saranpreet Kaur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09872356705408831479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623963892177499355.post-8141554734009335079</id><published>2011-11-14T21:49:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T22:29:20.584+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Praise and appreciation</title><summary type='text'>I've had such an eventful week that when I went to teach my monday night class today I felt I'd been away for several weeks, although the last class was just last monday. Source is shifting stuff around!I got the chance to be one of the representative for the Swedish KY teachers' national organization at a health fair in Stockholm and  taught a public yoga class and sat and chanted mantras and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/8141554734009335079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/11/praise-and-appreciation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/8141554734009335079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/8141554734009335079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/11/praise-and-appreciation.html' title='Praise and appreciation'/><author><name>Saranpreet Kaur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09872356705408831479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623963892177499355.post-9029203531782627927</id><published>2011-11-09T00:45:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T02:38:07.189+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Solstice: getting there</title><summary type='text'>...So I was kind of interestedly watching what was happening inside me as I planned this trip. Elation. Fear. Despair. Dejection. Hope. Love. Elation. Fear. Frustration. Despair. Anger. Relief. And so on.This is pushing all my buttons. And challenging me to choose. It's an act of conscious sacrifice. I got a hukam along the lines of "things are just things and nothing and nobody will go with you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/9029203531782627927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/11/winter-solstice-getting-there.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/9029203531782627927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/9029203531782627927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/11/winter-solstice-getting-there.html' title='Winter Solstice: getting there'/><author><name>Saranpreet Kaur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09872356705408831479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623963892177499355.post-7936855204122138217</id><published>2011-11-06T21:36:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T22:51:11.936+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Trust vs. being clever</title><summary type='text'>My world is changing a lot these days. Life is miraculous and joy is more in me. At the same time I get ego-tantrums when I expand and it's like a convulsion going through me, cleaning me out. And then my heart expands again. There's sorrow for the things that have ended but also a light and joy of the things to come. Every day there's some synchronicity propelling me forward, providing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/7936855204122138217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/11/trust-vs-being-clever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/7936855204122138217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/7936855204122138217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/11/trust-vs-being-clever.html' title='Trust vs. being clever'/><author><name>Saranpreet Kaur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09872356705408831479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623963892177499355.post-5545551778650864742</id><published>2011-11-04T12:03:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T12:09:38.231+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessed</title><summary type='text'>I am so blessed.This Shabad is by Guru Arjan Dev Ji in Raag Bihaagraa on Pannaa 554Fifth Mehla:Let the Lotus Feet of the Lord abide within your heart, and with your tongue, chant God's Name.O Nanak, meditate in remembrance on God, and nurture this body. ||2||</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/5545551778650864742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/11/blessed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/5545551778650864742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/5545551778650864742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/11/blessed.html' title='Blessed'/><author><name>Saranpreet Kaur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09872356705408831479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623963892177499355.post-5970780214772159885</id><published>2011-11-02T22:38:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T22:49:06.002+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A circle of women</title><summary type='text'>A most healing thing is to hang out with likeminded women. I'm going through some exceptional ego-rage since I made my commitment to myself and to my daily banis. It's "cutting through"-time. So I had a good cry and then I went to a Goddess-circle meeting that I'd been invited to attend. It was so healing and I understood so much. About myself and about my relationship to women. And as I looked </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/5970780214772159885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/11/circle-of-women.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/5970780214772159885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/5970780214772159885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/11/circle-of-women.html' title='A circle of women'/><author><name>Saranpreet Kaur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09872356705408831479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623963892177499355.post-8861797420264341663</id><published>2011-10-29T21:26:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T21:28:49.975+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Solstice</title><summary type='text'>I'm going to Winter Solstice, no matter what. I don't know quite how yet, but the how is God's business,not mine. So I'm going. Are you coming?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/8861797420264341663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/10/winter-solstice.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/8861797420264341663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/8861797420264341663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/10/winter-solstice.html' title='Winter Solstice'/><author><name>Saranpreet Kaur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09872356705408831479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623963892177499355.post-2941259730102792833</id><published>2011-10-26T23:20:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T23:42:52.758+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Every moment is a miracle - now and now and now...</title><summary type='text'>I'm writing this on my iPhone. My computer is broken as is my committed relationship. I was thinking and it's been just over 1000 days. My hardest and longest kriya. I prayed for the lesson  and got it, and now the lesson is completed. It's interesting how calm I am and how protected I feel. And how pain yields the greatest gifts in its wake - when one lets go without wallowing. I became aware of</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/2941259730102792833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/10/every-moment-is-miracle-now-and-now-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/2941259730102792833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/2941259730102792833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/10/every-moment-is-miracle-now-and-now-and.html' title='Every moment is a miracle - now and now and now...'/><author><name>Saranpreet Kaur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09872356705408831479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623963892177499355.post-8207381965423134182</id><published>2011-10-15T13:49:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T14:08:01.019+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Involuntary yoga</title><summary type='text'>The other night i had an interesting experience. Since I started doing Reconnective Healing I have shifted profoundly on the deepest levels of my Being. Recently my body has started to open up and respond with registers, i.e. small twitchings in the fingers and toes etc. and this is very normal when coming in contact with Reconnective Healing frequencies. The other night, when I was lying in bed </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/8207381965423134182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/10/involuntary-yoga.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/8207381965423134182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/8207381965423134182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/10/involuntary-yoga.html' title='Involuntary yoga'/><author><name>Saranpreet Kaur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09872356705408831479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623963892177499355.post-7416210182512405983</id><published>2011-10-12T19:16:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T19:55:11.627+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Fear and Love</title><summary type='text'>I love the defionition of EGO as "the fear-based part of my personality". When I first heard that, I understood so much about myself and about the world. Some say it stands for "Edging God Out" - but as one cannot quite ever edge God out, I stick with the first definition. Through the mystical journey I've been on for the past couple of months - I felt like a total renegade - I've let go of many </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/7416210182512405983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/10/fear-and-love.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/7416210182512405983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/7416210182512405983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/10/fear-and-love.html' title='Fear and Love'/><author><name>Saranpreet Kaur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09872356705408831479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623963892177499355.post-8350852405485655499</id><published>2011-10-11T19:22:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T18:44:45.148+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The Source of understanding</title><summary type='text'>Oh my God. I don't do sikh. I AM sikh. Not in the doing, but in the being. In the being and the expansion into Love. In the seeking of Truth. And in the recognizing it in every moment. In obeying Universal Laws. That's it! We're all Gurmukhs when we obey the vibration of Love, when we disregard our habit to attach to "reality", and maintain our vibration in a state of good expectation and steady </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/8350852405485655499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/10/source-of-understanding.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/8350852405485655499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/8350852405485655499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/10/source-of-understanding.html' title='The Source of understanding'/><author><name>Saranpreet Kaur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09872356705408831479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623963892177499355.post-9024848318072665153</id><published>2011-10-10T14:52:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T15:26:08.327+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Crow pose - birthing</title><summary type='text'>Recently I've had some interesting experiences in healing. Many moments of deep realization. An opening of my lower back. I didn't even realize how stuck my 1st and 2nd chakras were before this opening. Waheguru. But it has also brought with it some intense emotional release and I find myself increasingly sitting in crow pose as energy as heat flows down my thighs. The despair of forgetting God </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/9024848318072665153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/10/crow-pose-birthing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/9024848318072665153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/9024848318072665153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/10/crow-pose-birthing.html' title='Crow pose - birthing'/><author><name>Saranpreet Kaur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09872356705408831479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623963892177499355.post-5884216512716297936</id><published>2011-10-03T22:26:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T22:32:03.783+02:00</updated><title type='text'>What's the frequency, Kenneth?</title><summary type='text'>The Universe does have a great sense of humour. And so do we humans! So see the joke, and recognize that it's not on you, if you choose it not to be. When you let go of your ego-fear, no joke can be on you. Then all jokes are part of the big cosmic joke, the giddy giggle of expansion.I am giddy with expansion. www.thereconnection.com</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/5884216512716297936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/10/whats-frequency-kenneth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/5884216512716297936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/5884216512716297936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/10/whats-frequency-kenneth.html' title='What&apos;s the frequency, Kenneth?'/><author><name>Saranpreet Kaur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09872356705408831479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623963892177499355.post-8658477581638107718</id><published>2011-09-27T02:07:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T02:22:37.187+02:00</updated><title type='text'>You are loved</title><summary type='text'>You are so loved. So utterly loved. Release and let go of your addiction to fear, and feel the love that made you. Feel your eternal soul shining in you. You are a three dimensional manifestation of the ever-rising, invincible spirit. There is nothing to hold you back, when you set yourself free. Shed the old patterns and be who you already are. All my love. Sat Nam.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/8658477581638107718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/09/you-are-loved.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/8658477581638107718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/8658477581638107718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/09/you-are-loved.html' title='You are loved'/><author><name>Saranpreet Kaur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09872356705408831479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623963892177499355.post-3647993906074398184</id><published>2011-09-24T16:34:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T16:46:20.193+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The layers: there's always more</title><summary type='text'>I've been pretty peeved with Yogi Bhajan for some time now - he really has been pushing my buttons! And I've let him. And that's been a good thing because he's been showing me where there's healing to be done. For example I would always go into guilt when he'd mention in his teachings doing something or having character or practicing some kriya or other. I'd feel I didn't do enough, I could never</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/3647993906074398184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/09/layers-theres-always-more.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/3647993906074398184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/3647993906074398184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/09/layers-theres-always-more.html' title='The layers: there&apos;s always more'/><author><name>Saranpreet Kaur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09872356705408831479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623963892177499355.post-480230019182597274</id><published>2011-09-17T23:27:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T23:34:35.997+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><summary type='text'>I got a teaching about love. Love is always available. I can't give my love away to anyone, because it will never end; there's no end to love. If I think my love is limited, then that is a self-imposed boundary and a self-afflicted limitation. It means I haven't allowed myself to receive from the Universe; like I've said to myself: "ok, this is all there is and I've given it all away, and I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/480230019182597274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/09/love.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/480230019182597274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/480230019182597274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/09/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>Saranpreet Kaur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09872356705408831479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623963892177499355.post-9086869266376284003</id><published>2011-09-15T23:57:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T23:57:35.279+02:00</updated><title type='text'>24 Past Life, Sin, Life Lessons &amp; Loving Problems — Faster EFT</title><summary type='text'>Worth thinking about! Sat Nam.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/9086869266376284003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/09/24-past-life-sin-life-lessons-loving.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/9086869266376284003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/9086869266376284003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/09/24-past-life-sin-life-lessons-loving.html' title='24 Past Life, Sin, Life Lessons &amp; Loving Problems — Faster EFT'/><author><name>Saranpreet Kaur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09872356705408831479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/YHls2bfcWDU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623963892177499355.post-5256083758897513394</id><published>2011-09-13T20:57:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T21:17:20.743+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Frogs and other soulful things</title><summary type='text'>...so I asked my spirit guide to come and meet me... and I saw a frog. It laughed at me and gribbid-ed at me. Meaning: don't take things so seriously! Drop the drama and the high ceremony. See things for what they are. And I laughed so hard I was shaking. Oh, the love and the laughter. I asked: "Why do I have a turban on my head?" and he answered: "Because that's what you preferred for many </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/5256083758897513394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/09/frogs-and-other-soulful-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/5256083758897513394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/5256083758897513394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/09/frogs-and-other-soulful-things.html' title='Frogs and other soulful things'/><author><name>Saranpreet Kaur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09872356705408831479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623963892177499355.post-5580313580814964611</id><published>2011-09-06T10:21:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T10:29:26.666+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Life after life</title><summary type='text'>I've bee reading Dr. Michael Newton's books on life between life studies that he's compiled from his hypnotic regression clients. So I've decided to go ahead and have a life-between-lives session. I'm also going to have a past life regression session. I might as well! Some people aren't at all concerned about past lives. And I'm not either, not that interested in what happened and when. Except </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/5580313580814964611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/09/life-after-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/5580313580814964611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/5580313580814964611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/09/life-after-life.html' title='Life after life'/><author><name>Saranpreet Kaur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09872356705408831479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623963892177499355.post-822978954587525438</id><published>2011-08-31T22:45:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T22:51:38.735+02:00</updated><title type='text'>...once you start...</title><summary type='text'>...you'd better finish what you started!My perspective on life, death, life after death and life between lives has been greatly altered the past couple of weeks. It's like I remember. But I don't recall what it is that I remember! As always - some things are to be discarded, and some things are to be endured as a gateway into deeper truth. Pain is a great accelerator. Synchronicity is behind </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/822978954587525438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/08/once-you-start.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/822978954587525438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/822978954587525438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/08/once-you-start.html' title='...once you start...'/><author><name>Saranpreet Kaur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09872356705408831479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623963892177499355.post-6806918008320708153</id><published>2011-08-25T21:41:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T21:48:19.998+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Grades and shades of healing</title><summary type='text'>While meditating yesterday after my exploring/healing experience, somebody gave me an A. I'm happy for that. Today has been full of miracles. My ego is still telling me not to get my hopes up, but the urge of the heart to open wide to joy and gratitude is overwhelming the chatter. I also think I got a lesson in my sleep. I was dreaming about a situation where I did not behave too gracefully. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/6806918008320708153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/08/grades-and-shades-of-healing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/6806918008320708153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/6806918008320708153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/08/grades-and-shades-of-healing.html' title='Grades and shades of healing'/><author><name>Saranpreet Kaur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09872356705408831479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623963892177499355.post-3102807728445048491</id><published>2011-08-24T22:03:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T22:11:00.196+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Dig deeper or just let go?</title><summary type='text'>I've been thinking a lot about processes, mental homeostasis and releasing. A very wise woman gave me a stern (but loving) talking to about wallowing in my emotions. I needed that. I could see where I've been using my will to stare at a part of the picture in stead of seeing the whole. I'm so grateful for that reminder, it made me choose to "just let go" of the stuff I needed to let go of. That </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/3102807728445048491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/08/dig-deeper-or-just-let-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/3102807728445048491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/3102807728445048491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/08/dig-deeper-or-just-let-go.html' title='Dig deeper or just let go?'/><author><name>Saranpreet Kaur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09872356705408831479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623963892177499355.post-3249350712080748433</id><published>2011-08-21T21:15:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T21:28:14.230+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The sun is out</title><summary type='text'>Today has been one of the rare occasions when the sun's been out here in Malmö. I made the most of it by staying outside for the better part of the day. Life is so easy when one feels the warmth of the sun on one's skin. It's like nothing is too serious when the air is balmy and the light golden. There have been two shootings here this weekend, one of which had a fatal outcome. We certainly are</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/3249350712080748433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/08/sun-is-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/3249350712080748433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/3249350712080748433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/08/sun-is-out.html' title='The sun is out'/><author><name>Saranpreet Kaur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09872356705408831479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623963892177499355.post-238475404963308105</id><published>2011-08-16T23:48:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T23:55:32.832+02:00</updated><title type='text'>About change</title><summary type='text'>The more things change, the more they stay the same. So often we change things outside of us. And also things inside of us. But true change isn't something one accomplishes; it flows from Grace. True change comes from letting go of the outcome. And that can be the most painful thing, if one's ego is invested in outcomes. All our lives we are taught to pursue those same outcomes. No wonder it's so</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/238475404963308105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/08/about-change.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/238475404963308105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/238475404963308105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/08/about-change.html' title='About change'/><author><name>Saranpreet Kaur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09872356705408831479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623963892177499355.post-3927745810914910058</id><published>2011-08-11T11:17:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T11:29:47.371+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Muriel's Wedding</title><summary type='text'>Guidance often comes through our favorite media. I watched a favorite movie recently; Muriel's Wedding. And I realized that I was just like Muriel. I changed my life, I changed my name, I changed my faith, and thought: NOW I'll be good enough. NOW I'll be just as good as anybody else. And I came out on the other side knowing that I'm still me. That I don't need to try to change ANYTHING (as if I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/3927745810914910058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/08/muriels-wedding.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/3927745810914910058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/3927745810914910058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/08/muriels-wedding.html' title='Muriel&apos;s Wedding'/><author><name>Saranpreet Kaur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09872356705408831479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623963892177499355.post-1824386560826969959</id><published>2011-08-08T11:25:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T11:27:46.389+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The reconnection</title><summary type='text'>Tomorrow I will be experiencing part one of the reconnection process. I feel very expectant but also quite trusting. I guess I've reached the point of critical mass, burned up enough karma to be moving forward, or some such thing. Either way I'm excited.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/1824386560826969959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/08/reconnection.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/1824386560826969959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/1824386560826969959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/08/reconnection.html' title='The reconnection'/><author><name>Saranpreet Kaur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09872356705408831479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623963892177499355.post-5850320532171839181</id><published>2011-07-29T15:14:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T15:26:22.890+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Reconnecting and remembering</title><summary type='text'>So last week I went for some reconnective healing sessions. Previously I had promised myself to be open to guidance and intuition, and when I flipped through a free health magazine and found the ad for reconnective healing, I was present enough to pick up on that. So I went for the sessions, had some very mild energetic experiences, saw some colours, nothing dramatic. But ever since the energy </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/5850320532171839181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/07/reconnecting-and-remembering.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/5850320532171839181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/5850320532171839181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/07/reconnecting-and-remembering.html' title='Reconnecting and remembering'/><author><name>Saranpreet Kaur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09872356705408831479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623963892177499355.post-2215840038699456065</id><published>2011-07-27T10:54:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T10:59:16.212+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Truth</title><summary type='text'>Truth is something that unfolds in its own time. It transcends all categories and rituals, rules and traditions. Truth becomes known to us when we are ready, in the way we are able to recognize it. No matter who one prays to, by what name one calls God, Truth is one and the same. And it's always there.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/2215840038699456065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/07/truth.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/2215840038699456065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/2215840038699456065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/07/truth.html' title='Truth'/><author><name>Saranpreet Kaur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09872356705408831479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623963892177499355.post-2318985071934878917</id><published>2011-07-17T01:10:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T01:19:57.776+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Imagine</title><summary type='text'>My imagination used to be my worst enemy when I was growing up. It would run wild and scare the living daylights out of me. Now, so many years later, I've come to appreciate it for just that same ability. Because when I harness my imaginative abilities and set them free on a task, transformation happens; healing happens. Imagine that all your thoughts are just thoughts! Imagine that everything </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/2318985071934878917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/07/imagine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/2318985071934878917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/2318985071934878917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/07/imagine.html' title='Imagine'/><author><name>Saranpreet Kaur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09872356705408831479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623963892177499355.post-8902727576559638480</id><published>2011-07-14T06:19:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T06:25:38.039+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Redefining reality</title><summary type='text'>I've been redefining who I am and what I feel and I'm in awe of the elasticity of the subjective experience. We truly choose our reality, we choose who we want to be and who we become. By Divine Grace, we can change everything to become who we are meant to be for the highest good of us and others. I stand in awe as my heart cracks open, bit by bit, scar by scar. I stand in awe as hope floods in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/8902727576559638480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/07/redefining-reality.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/8902727576559638480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/8902727576559638480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/07/redefining-reality.html' title='Redefining reality'/><author><name>Saranpreet Kaur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09872356705408831479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623963892177499355.post-8747502705220002842</id><published>2011-07-09T20:42:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T20:53:18.209+02:00</updated><title type='text'>New spaces within old ones</title><summary type='text'>It's interesting how I've pretty much reconditioned my response to emotional pain. Nowadays I mostly see it as a healing discomfort than anything negative. It's extraordinary how pain is a pointer towards healing and growth. Someone said, "pain evokes the healing response". I agree. I've been remembering things long forgotten and finding spaces I didn't now existed. As always, when one is ready, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/8747502705220002842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/07/new-spaces-within-old-ones.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/8747502705220002842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/8747502705220002842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/07/new-spaces-within-old-ones.html' title='New spaces within old ones'/><author><name>Saranpreet Kaur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09872356705408831479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623963892177499355.post-7877513099597223093</id><published>2011-07-06T18:29:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T18:35:18.020+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Creative outlets</title><summary type='text'>I've been reminded recently of how important it is to play and have fun. Somewhere along the line I just stopped having fun, and stopped allowing myself to be creative without goals. So I've been practicing that now and it's still quite scary, but fun. I've been taking bike rides and morning walks, and today I got my old crayons and water-colours out and made a stack of collage cards from old </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/7877513099597223093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/07/creative-outlets.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/7877513099597223093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/7877513099597223093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/07/creative-outlets.html' title='Creative outlets'/><author><name>Saranpreet Kaur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09872356705408831479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623963892177499355.post-1703904170030592916</id><published>2011-07-01T17:46:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T17:53:22.296+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Inner children</title><summary type='text'>Today I had a session of matrix re-imprinting. It's when you consciously alter memories, from childhood or other times when you've felt traumatized. I don't believe in inner children except in this case, where we re-imprint a picture and dissolve a trauma. It's like dissolving the inner children that are frozen in time and make one act from that painful memory in stead of the empowered self in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/1703904170030592916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/07/inner-children.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/1703904170030592916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/1703904170030592916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/07/inner-children.html' title='Inner children'/><author><name>Saranpreet Kaur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09872356705408831479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623963892177499355.post-1451535055661913098</id><published>2011-06-30T13:23:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T13:38:01.332+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Opening up to life</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday was such a learning experience.I did my sadhana of 15 minutes sodarshan chakra kriya and 15 minutes of silent meditation on sat nam-wahe guru. I had a task that was out of anything I'm used to - a photo shoot for some articles in a health magazine and a weekly magazine about yoga and emotional healing. I've never considered myself beautiful and I've always felt awkward before the camera</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/1451535055661913098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/06/opening-up-to-life.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/1451535055661913098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/1451535055661913098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/06/opening-up-to-life.html' title='Opening up to life'/><author><name>Saranpreet Kaur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09872356705408831479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623963892177499355.post-3329957546617626414</id><published>2011-06-27T20:27:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T20:30:58.254+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting out of the way</title><summary type='text'>I got out of the way - and Spirit came through. I let go of my ego-defence, showed my true feelings and spoke my truth - and Grace flowed. I did my sadhana, showed up - and inspiration showered over me. Waheguru.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/3329957546617626414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/06/getting-out-of-way.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/3329957546617626414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/3329957546617626414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/06/getting-out-of-way.html' title='Getting out of the way'/><author><name>Saranpreet Kaur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09872356705408831479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623963892177499355.post-3426747523322915798</id><published>2011-06-22T16:43:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T16:57:11.784+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Shake and shiver</title><summary type='text'>Life has evened out in a nice way; the intense process I've gone through has ebbed out and so I'm posting less as I'm observing less and living more. It's a really nice change.A dream scientist and interpreter recently put words to a phenomenon that I've been experiencing very intensely right through the process of clearing out sub- and unconscious material. He said the process of psychological </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/3426747523322915798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/06/shake-and-shiver.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/3426747523322915798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/3426747523322915798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/06/shake-and-shiver.html' title='Shake and shiver'/><author><name>Saranpreet Kaur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09872356705408831479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623963892177499355.post-8562458094626868849</id><published>2011-06-12T17:57:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T18:09:08.899+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sending and receiving energy</title><summary type='text'>One thing that I really learned from working with a cast of singers - i.e. highly sensitive artistic types - is that energy is everything. With highly sensitive people it often doesn't matter what you say as much as what energy you send out with your words, or, even, what energy you vibrate, just sitting all quiet. Such a necessary lesson about energy management. Also a week in a people-packed </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/8562458094626868849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/06/sending-and-receiving-energy.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/8562458094626868849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/8562458094626868849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/06/sending-and-receiving-energy.html' title='Sending and receiving energy'/><author><name>Saranpreet Kaur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09872356705408831479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623963892177499355.post-6060467824854636419</id><published>2011-06-10T20:59:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T21:12:00.041+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Managing</title><summary type='text'>I'm looking back at my crazy 18 months and I'm still releasing powerfully; not just emotions but emotions about those same emotions. Grief about the long and arduous process that has got me where I am today. Joy wafts in more frequently though.In so many areas of my life I have so much less ego. That's such a relief! And at the same time I've not felt as strongly about things as now, for a long </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/6060467824854636419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/06/managig.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/6060467824854636419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/6060467824854636419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/06/managig.html' title='Managing'/><author><name>Saranpreet Kaur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09872356705408831479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623963892177499355.post-4726579113458713555</id><published>2011-05-30T00:37:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T01:00:59.023+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Meeting of worlds</title><summary type='text'>I've been rehearsing for the past nine days for an opera production; my first production since July 2009 and since my last recital march 2010. It's amazing how the yoga has changed my attitude, my endurance and my perspective on things. It's been generally a very pleasant rehearsal period with lots of nice hard work. And I've found increasingly that I'm very attuned to when I get stressed or need</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/4726579113458713555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/05/meeting-of-worlds.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/4726579113458713555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/4726579113458713555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/05/meeting-of-worlds.html' title='Meeting of worlds'/><author><name>Saranpreet Kaur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09872356705408831479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623963892177499355.post-3929124331655976720</id><published>2011-05-18T00:02:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T00:15:35.294+02:00</updated><title type='text'>back to balance</title><summary type='text'>The mantra weekend with Gurudass Kaur was very illuminating and subtle. I found that so many things are already in place. I'm so grateful. Communication was a big issue the whole weekend.Still clearing the 1st chakra but now also 3rd chakra issues are coming up. Some pretty intense fears came up the other day; every time it's easier to face and easier to clear. I welcome the crisis in that sense </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/3929124331655976720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/05/back-to-balance.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/3929124331655976720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/3929124331655976720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/05/back-to-balance.html' title='back to balance'/><author><name>Saranpreet Kaur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09872356705408831479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623963892177499355.post-3679839351401040889</id><published>2011-05-11T22:10:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T22:18:39.314+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Mantra-weekend</title><summary type='text'>I'm so looking forward to the coming weekend; I'm going to Gothenburg for the Mantra workshop with Gurudass Kaur. I have a feeling it's going to be fabulous. Singing mantra and chanting in general is one of the biggest pleasures of my life. I feel so blessed to have found this yoga. Waheguru. Next week I'm off to London to rehearse and perform another kind of singing; opera, to be exact. It will </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/3679839351401040889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/05/mantra-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/3679839351401040889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/3679839351401040889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/05/mantra-weekend.html' title='Mantra-weekend'/><author><name>Saranpreet Kaur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09872356705408831479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623963892177499355.post-6873820566578832664</id><published>2011-05-10T17:28:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T17:45:30.861+02:00</updated><title type='text'>When yoga doesn't work</title><summary type='text'>The past few days I have graduated in many ways. I have also found the root cause of most of my problems - a tight little belief that keeps me stuck and always putting my foot on the brake. In the process I was dreaming fervently and exhausted and spaced out as I woke up. Also looking at the issue brought up so much terror and resistance that there was no room for anything else than just be very </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/6873820566578832664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/05/when-yoga-doesnt-work.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/6873820566578832664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/6873820566578832664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/05/when-yoga-doesnt-work.html' title='When yoga doesn&apos;t work'/><author><name>Saranpreet Kaur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09872356705408831479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623963892177499355.post-891543800135995734</id><published>2011-05-08T00:40:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T00:43:16.146+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Everybody is somebody's child</title><summary type='text'>Everybody is somebody's child. But everyone can decide if they want to remain a child, or to grow up. But, before all that, everybody is somebody's child.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/891543800135995734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/05/everybody-is-somebodys-child.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/891543800135995734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/891543800135995734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/05/everybody-is-somebodys-child.html' title='Everybody is somebody&apos;s child'/><author><name>Saranpreet Kaur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09872356705408831479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623963892177499355.post-8864713766892963457</id><published>2011-05-04T23:47:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T00:40:06.247+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Pride</title><summary type='text'>I am proud of who I am. I am proud of my hard work, my achievements, I am proud of the way I unfold in the world. But mostly, I'm proud of who I am. I feel joyful about myself. And I wish you can feel joyful about yourself too! We are the Light of God. And recognizing that is to shoulder the responsibility that comes with having been born. Joyfully taking oneself on. Pride is not arrogance; </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/8864713766892963457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/05/pride.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/8864713766892963457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/8864713766892963457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/05/pride.html' title='Pride'/><author><name>Saranpreet Kaur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09872356705408831479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623963892177499355.post-7537240448072167921</id><published>2011-05-03T21:55:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T22:05:24.899+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Guru Arjan DevJi:"They forget the Lord, and they suffer in pain.Afflicted with hunger, they run around in all directions.Meditating in remembrance on the Naam, they are happy forever. The Lord, Merciful to the meek, bestows it upon them. ||1||My True Guru is absolutely All-powerful.When I dwell upon Him in my soul, all my sorrows depart.The sickness of anxiety and the disease of ego are cured; He</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/7537240448072167921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/05/guru-arjan-devji-they-forget-lord-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/7537240448072167921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/7537240448072167921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/05/guru-arjan-devji-they-forget-lord-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Saranpreet Kaur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09872356705408831479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623963892177499355.post-7946406853378043022</id><published>2011-05-01T20:49:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T23:29:02.983+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembering the remembering</title><summary type='text'>I went through some boxes from my recent move and looked through old photos and old diaries. I happened to read an entry from when I was eighteen that made me just so astounded: "I feel that nothing, no action really means anything. The fact that I am, totally satisfies all demands. I am on a journey. Where, I don't know. There are souls I am to meet. (...) I realize that things have meaning and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/7946406853378043022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/05/remembering-remembering.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/7946406853378043022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/7946406853378043022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/05/remembering-remembering.html' title='Remembering the remembering'/><author><name>Saranpreet Kaur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09872356705408831479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623963892177499355.post-3511887676699059908</id><published>2011-04-30T01:33:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T01:42:45.350+02:00</updated><title type='text'>To my negative mind</title><summary type='text'>Dear Negative Mind;Thank you for protecting me from getting hurt.Thank you for guarding me from heartbreak.Thank you for keeping me safe from harm.Thank you for warning me of the dangers of life.Thank you for looking out for me.Thank you for caring for me.Thank you for loving me so much.Thank you for keeping pain away.Thank you for everything you've done for me. Thank you for helping me survive. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/3511887676699059908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/04/to-my-negative-mind.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/3511887676699059908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/3511887676699059908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/04/to-my-negative-mind.html' title='To my negative mind'/><author><name>Saranpreet Kaur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09872356705408831479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623963892177499355.post-6685899809496119384</id><published>2011-04-28T23:15:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T03:03:59.197+02:00</updated><title type='text'>How to forgive</title><summary type='text'>There are so many layers to forgiveness. I guess, maybe it doesn't ever end. Maybe there's always more to forgive. I've been having a hard time forgiving myself. Again. It's like I made some pretty powerful vows in my childhood about right and wrong, what I'm worth and who I should be and those vows are stuck on a very deep level in me. Also, I'm pretty sure this is a total karma issue. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/6685899809496119384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/04/how-to-forgive.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/6685899809496119384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/6685899809496119384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/04/how-to-forgive.html' title='How to forgive'/><author><name>Saranpreet Kaur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09872356705408831479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623963892177499355.post-1707714097141092659</id><published>2011-04-27T21:27:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T21:42:50.300+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Primary colors</title><summary type='text'>Everything I experience right now is tinted by my first chakra. There's a closing in my heart chakra when I even think about feeling safe about trusting myself and forgiving myself. I've been doing a lot of tapping on these issues and releasing like crazy. Sodarshan chakra kriya breaks up deposits in the unconscious. Everything is in place, outwardly. Inside I'm in contraction. I'm angry at the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/1707714097141092659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/04/primary-colors.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/1707714097141092659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/1707714097141092659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/04/primary-colors.html' title='Primary colors'/><author><name>Saranpreet Kaur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09872356705408831479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623963892177499355.post-6386149822380590268</id><published>2011-04-26T20:14:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T20:26:57.020+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Voicing</title><summary type='text'>This Easter weekend I have voiced my deep desires and needs. I am a little bit in awe of that. I'm stepping out of victimhood. Moments of feeling free and joyful are more frequent and I now see that I can create my heart's desire. My ego is still scared but I can manage the resistance much more easily now. I've been taking stock of things and answers are emerging, very simple and plain answers </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/6386149822380590268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/04/voicing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/6386149822380590268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/6386149822380590268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/04/voicing.html' title='Voicing'/><author><name>Saranpreet Kaur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09872356705408831479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623963892177499355.post-5098237142824284695</id><published>2011-04-23T21:15:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T22:21:44.370+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Delving and finding</title><summary type='text'>I am living from a more authentic place in myself. There's been a lot of emotional pain involved in getting there and still there are deep issues being brought up by the Shakti moving upwards, but now I feel that my goals are possible. The storms of negativity weren't inherently a part of me, they were debris being vibrated free in the depths of the unconscious. Nothing like Sodarshan Chakra </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/5098237142824284695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/04/delving-and-finding.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/5098237142824284695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/5098237142824284695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/04/delving-and-finding.html' title='Delving and finding'/><author><name>Saranpreet Kaur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09872356705408831479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623963892177499355.post-5877736777824114831</id><published>2011-04-19T16:35:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T17:05:32.048+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Commitment</title><summary type='text'>I went to Gurdwara on saturday, to celebrate Vaisakhi and to possibly take amrit. I felt very strongly called to go, but I wasn't sure of the reason, so I went with an open mind. It was great. I loved it. There was so much that I loved, loved, loved. At the Amrit ceremony, however, the Panj asked me to either break up my committed relationship (and eventually choose a sikh) or to step out. So I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/5877736777824114831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/04/commitment.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/5877736777824114831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/5877736777824114831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/04/commitment.html' title='Commitment'/><author><name>Saranpreet Kaur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09872356705408831479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623963892177499355.post-7069052603931248615</id><published>2011-04-13T21:20:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T21:21:17.071+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Closer</title><summary type='text'>Closer, closer, closer.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/7069052603931248615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/04/closer.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/7069052603931248615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/7069052603931248615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/04/closer.html' title='Closer'/><author><name>Saranpreet Kaur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09872356705408831479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623963892177499355.post-6649221378758476571</id><published>2011-04-12T22:58:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T23:06:10.307+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Letting go into the flow of things</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday I missed my Bound Lotus. Or, I remembered it at 3 am after Sikh dharma teleclass and actually just let myself fall asleep. In a weird way, I feel liberated. It's been a wonderful practice and maybe I'll just begin it again in a couple of days - I'm somewhere around day 150-160 so it wasn't that much of a loss - but somewhere in me there's a letting go, a feeling of letting things just </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/6649221378758476571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/04/letting-go-into-flow-of-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/6649221378758476571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/6649221378758476571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/04/letting-go-into-flow-of-things.html' title='Letting go into the flow of things'/><author><name>Saranpreet Kaur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09872356705408831479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623963892177499355.post-2670396693785339871</id><published>2011-04-10T14:57:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T15:05:34.480+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Inexplicable bliss</title><summary type='text'>I've been dreaming of kindness; and having kind dreams where things work out. I've been discovering many mechanisms that hold frustration in place - for example the other day I had a mental picture where I was almost struck by lightning but just at the last moment I stepped to the side. I used to have those kind of subconscious images all the time, growing up, and also stress dreams where I did </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/2670396693785339871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/04/inexplicable-bliss.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/2670396693785339871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/2670396693785339871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/04/inexplicable-bliss.html' title='Inexplicable bliss'/><author><name>Saranpreet Kaur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09872356705408831479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623963892177499355.post-1095697423155883875</id><published>2011-04-08T23:19:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T23:32:52.626+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessings</title><summary type='text'>I am so blessed. I am so blessed. Waheguru, I am so blessed. Blessings are raining over me. In the form of people, love, care, opportunities, freedom, commitment, faith, joy, bliss. Letting go is a daily practice.I went to Gothenburg for two days as a guest of Clara Nestor, a brilliant yoga teacher, to give her tips on how to get started with her brand new harmonium and to do live chanting in a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/1095697423155883875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/04/blessings.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/1095697423155883875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/1095697423155883875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/04/blessings.html' title='Blessings'/><author><name>Saranpreet Kaur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09872356705408831479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623963892177499355.post-4576917207321954681</id><published>2011-04-04T21:40:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T21:43:16.416+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Putting everything on the line</title><summary type='text'>It is time to be fully. To live fully. To love fully. It is time to put the ego on the line. Waheguru, it's time.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/4576917207321954681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/04/putting-everything-on-line.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/4576917207321954681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/4576917207321954681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/04/putting-everything-on-line.html' title='Putting everything on the line'/><author><name>Saranpreet Kaur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09872356705408831479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623963892177499355.post-3793701871570233322</id><published>2011-03-31T19:22:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T19:41:58.173+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Absolute bliss, the woman issue</title><summary type='text'>I've been working quite intensely on some core issues and the emerging pattern is quite interesting. I have a divided sense of self; a divided sense of what it is to be a woman. On one hand there's the me that gets to feel to read, to work to be by myself, to not be attractive. On the other there's the me that is social, carefree, attractive, confident. These two images never meet. They cancel </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/3793701871570233322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/03/absolute-bliss-woman-issue.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/3793701871570233322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/3793701871570233322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/03/absolute-bliss-woman-issue.html' title='Absolute bliss, the woman issue'/><author><name>Saranpreet Kaur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09872356705408831479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623963892177499355.post-6205694841617088167</id><published>2011-03-30T21:15:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T22:32:26.401+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Pangs of Love</title><summary type='text'>Subtle things are miraculous. Subtle things softly saturate without stinging or effort. Gurbani is one of those subtle things that just drip, drip, drips into one's consciousness, into one's cells, into one's innermost being until the Soul bathes in it. I've recently had the exeperience of feeling in love when I hear Gurbani, a random shabd or a mantra. I feel a pang of love in my heart, just as </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/6205694841617088167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/03/pangs-of-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/6205694841617088167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/6205694841617088167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/03/pangs-of-love.html' title='Pangs of Love'/><author><name>Saranpreet Kaur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09872356705408831479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623963892177499355.post-2190503171055812998</id><published>2011-03-29T20:28:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T20:34:02.584+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Talk talk talk</title><summary type='text'>I haven't posted for a couple of days. I haven't had anything to post about, I feel. It seems I'm often posting from a place of lack and striving and I've been having this amazing consolidation and awakening to myself recently. The pure relief of knowing I AM ENOUGH has kept me floored and exhausted. Oh, how much there is to life! I'm getting my miracles, one by one they fall into my lap. In </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/2190503171055812998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/03/talk-talk-talk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/2190503171055812998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/2190503171055812998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/03/talk-talk-talk.html' title='Talk talk talk'/><author><name>Saranpreet Kaur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09872356705408831479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623963892177499355.post-4352436900768263573</id><published>2011-03-26T23:45:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T23:58:59.340+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Enough</title><summary type='text'>Today I let myself be and feel. I allowed myself to feel the sadness of transition that was just below the surface. I allowed myself to feel the total exhaustion in my mind. Today I announced to my partner that I didn't feel the need to become better or better myself anymore. The words were a surprise to me even as I said them out loud. A while ago I had the amrit discussion with my partner and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/4352436900768263573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/03/enough.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/4352436900768263573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/4352436900768263573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/03/enough.html' title='Enough'/><author><name>Saranpreet Kaur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09872356705408831479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623963892177499355.post-930079605312065651</id><published>2011-03-24T21:52:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T22:03:32.918+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Rush</title><summary type='text'>I got up at four, got on a train, got to Stockholm, started cleaning and packing, moved out all my things from my old apartment, fixed a storage space, rented a car, managed closure with a difficult task, and now I'm sitting in my almost empty old apartment, feeling powerful and happy and joyful. Taking the 5am train back to Malmö tomorrow. Life flows. I'm embracing that which I find in front of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/930079605312065651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/03/rush.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/930079605312065651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/930079605312065651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/03/rush.html' title='Rush'/><author><name>Saranpreet Kaur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09872356705408831479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623963892177499355.post-59307944295353645</id><published>2011-03-22T10:42:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T10:52:40.061+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Little rivers</title><summary type='text'>I've completed my teacher training level 1. It was the most beautiful weekend. On friday we did a recording, singing mantras together, to have a souvenir to listen to and remember each other by. We got to reflect on where we are at this moment and how far we've come in this past year. We also had some amazing lectures on yogic healing by Guru Dharam Singh. Amazing. So many things just fell into </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/59307944295353645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/03/little-rivers.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/59307944295353645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/59307944295353645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/03/little-rivers.html' title='Little rivers'/><author><name>Saranpreet Kaur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09872356705408831479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623963892177499355.post-1311975267151101172</id><published>2011-03-17T20:59:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T21:05:18.991+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Just like that</title><summary type='text'>Just like that. Things are set into motion. I am committed. Still waiting for the Miracle."Listen, friends: my soul is a sacrifice, a sacrifice to You; O Lord, reveal to me the Blessed Vision of Your Darshan.Listen, friends: I am a sacrifice to the dust of Your feet.This mind is yours, O Siblings of Destiny."-Guru Arjan Dev Ji</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/1311975267151101172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/03/just-like-that.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/1311975267151101172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/1311975267151101172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/03/just-like-that.html' title='Just like that'/><author><name>Saranpreet Kaur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09872356705408831479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623963892177499355.post-7647444432998325458</id><published>2011-03-16T22:57:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T23:01:27.979+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Exhaustion</title><summary type='text'>I've been so tired lately. Tired or totally agitated and anxious. And then I found an article on the Spiritvoyage.com blog about solar flares and how they affect the planet and us humans. And the symtoms were: extreme exhaustion/hyperexcitability. So there we go again, I feel like such a victim - I just can't strike a balance. I guess the only thing to do is to really take care of oneself, get </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/7647444432998325458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/03/exhaustion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/7647444432998325458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/7647444432998325458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/03/exhaustion.html' title='Exhaustion'/><author><name>Saranpreet Kaur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09872356705408831479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623963892177499355.post-3490011798582953292</id><published>2011-03-14T22:46:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T23:00:47.677+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've been listening to my left brain chatter again and it's just amazing how I can make myself feel inadequate in less than half a second. Fortunately my neutral mind is gaining ground. I'm gradually giving up the perfection principle. I do what I can and what I'm asked to deliver and then don't worry so much about the rest. I'm learning to be grateful for all the small changes and insights every</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/3490011798582953292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/03/ive-been-listening-to-my-left-brain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/3490011798582953292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/3490011798582953292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/03/ive-been-listening-to-my-left-brain.html' title=''/><author><name>Saranpreet Kaur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09872356705408831479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623963892177499355.post-6470241327742126233</id><published>2011-03-13T23:20:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T23:44:36.755+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Newness of joy</title><summary type='text'>There's been a shift in me that has pushed me into the flow of joy. I try to resist it still through my negative mind, but I know it's not possible to stop an go back. Soon enough I'll get it through to my left brain and I'll have become a different person to the one who saw abandonment and grief as the default setting of life. I spent some time today with a baby girl of 8 months and was reminded</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/6470241327742126233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/03/newness-of-joy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/6470241327742126233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/6470241327742126233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/03/newness-of-joy.html' title='Newness of joy'/><author><name>Saranpreet Kaur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09872356705408831479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623963892177499355.post-8802262244446652561</id><published>2011-03-11T22:51:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T23:21:24.283+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Gurmukhi</title><summary type='text'>I've been learning a couple of gurmukhi letters and it's great fun to just choose which ones to learn instead of making it all into this huge project of systematically go through the alphabet.Seeking to establish a renewed morning sadhana.Burning in bound lotus.Waheguru.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/8802262244446652561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/03/gurmukhi.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/8802262244446652561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/8802262244446652561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/03/gurmukhi.html' title='Gurmukhi'/><author><name>Saranpreet Kaur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09872356705408831479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623963892177499355.post-7098895593165222636</id><published>2011-03-10T16:37:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T17:18:40.168+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Spiritual identity crisis</title><summary type='text'>I feel so much like a teenager right now. I'm going through this period of rage, empowerment, finding my bearings amongst all the teachings and information that I've been absorbing. I really feel A LOT like a teenager right now. I guess this is a good thing because it's forcing me to pick and choose, to be less naive, to grow up into forming my own opinion about things. I want to laugh at myself </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/7098895593165222636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/03/spiritual-identity-crisis.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/7098895593165222636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/7098895593165222636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/03/spiritual-identity-crisis.html' title='Spiritual identity crisis'/><author><name>Saranpreet Kaur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09872356705408831479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623963892177499355.post-7052093038258162601</id><published>2011-03-09T16:31:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T12:11:26.892+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sadh Sangat</title><summary type='text'>I had my first local sikh contact today. I was saying hi to an acquaintance on the street and this young guy in a dumalla came up to me and said "excuse me, but are you sikh?" and I was so happy to see him so  Iaughed and said yes! That's the thing with the turban - you can't miss it. Waheguru! I'm so happy about this meeting. There was so much to talk about. I feel so much more confident going </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/7052093038258162601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/03/sadh-sangat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/7052093038258162601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/7052093038258162601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/03/sadh-sangat.html' title='Sadh Sangat'/><author><name>Saranpreet Kaur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09872356705408831479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623963892177499355.post-4031409407070972906</id><published>2011-03-08T21:55:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T22:42:58.062+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Anger, rage and primal power</title><summary type='text'>I'm so tired. Or, my eyes are, but my body's awake. I haven't slept for over 36 hours, it's weird. There was a lot of anger and self-hatred and wanting to kill myself because I was so angry at myself. I tapped about my rage at God. Afterwards I just got this buzz in my body that wouldn't let me go to sleep. I must have tapped into an energy reserve that I've been blocking for a long time. The </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/4031409407070972906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/03/anger-rage-and-primal-power.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/4031409407070972906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/4031409407070972906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/03/anger-rage-and-primal-power.html' title='Anger, rage and primal power'/><author><name>Saranpreet Kaur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09872356705408831479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623963892177499355.post-3844391327731884481</id><published>2011-03-07T16:16:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T16:24:18.829+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Inner peace, world peace</title><summary type='text'>Today I was reminded of the fact that everything is inside us. We carry our own hell and heaven inside us. This video about using EFT on survivors of the genocide in Rwanda totally made me sit up.That I can become emotionally free, that I already knew. That these people, orphans, rape-survivors, you name it-survivors, can release themselves from their traumas and FORGIVE, that's just huge! And as</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/3844391327731884481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/03/inner-peace-world-peace.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/3844391327731884481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/3844391327731884481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/03/inner-peace-world-peace.html' title='Inner peace, world peace'/><author><name>Saranpreet Kaur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09872356705408831479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623963892177499355.post-1820583622807683018</id><published>2011-03-06T17:30:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T17:53:16.502+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Peer counseling and spiritual tapping</title><summary type='text'>I had a great session with my sikh dharma teleclass assignment buddies yesterday; we had the assignment of doing ministerial peer counseling and it was just great to practice to be the counselor, the observe and also to have the benefit of being the counsellee. This course had been such a blessing, a challenge and a total eye-opener for me. I strongly recommend it to any seeker. The drawback is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/1820583622807683018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/03/peer-counseling-and-spiritual-tapping.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/1820583622807683018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/1820583622807683018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/03/peer-counseling-and-spiritual-tapping.html' title='Peer counseling and spiritual tapping'/><author><name>Saranpreet Kaur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09872356705408831479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623963892177499355.post-1613124853654468951</id><published>2011-03-05T20:12:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T20:25:15.250+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Keeping energy in flux</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday I went to a club evening. I haven't gone out for a very long time so I felt really apprehensive about it, but I prayed and I tapped and  I was fine. it was a nice evening with a lot of activities and presentations and different bands. I made two origami rabbits (folded paper art) and ended up teaching people about yoga, sikhi and doing some rounds of tapping with people Ive never met </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/1613124853654468951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/03/keeping-energy-in-flux.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/1613124853654468951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/1613124853654468951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/03/keeping-energy-in-flux.html' title='Keeping energy in flux'/><author><name>Saranpreet Kaur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09872356705408831479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623963892177499355.post-4190765845360347238</id><published>2011-03-04T23:00:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T00:58:46.096+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Keeping the balance</title><summary type='text'>I've had an intense couple of days. But I have become so much more aware of the stuff that goes on in the background, the mechanics of my mind and the programs that keep running my life. The body has a system called the GABA-system. It's a system that regulates excitability. This agitation or excitability has its definitive uses - the GABA system regulates muscle tone - but for me it also has a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/4190765845360347238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/03/keeping-balance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/4190765845360347238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/4190765845360347238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/03/keeping-balance.html' title='Keeping the balance'/><author><name>Saranpreet Kaur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09872356705408831479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623963892177499355.post-1113433338637772118</id><published>2011-03-03T21:33:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T22:58:47.551+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Resistance</title><summary type='text'>I got out of my hole and finished the new copy for my website. It's much more aligned with who I am and my values. I was so scared, sitting there writing it and doing the translation into english. A couple of hours later, I got that sinking feeling like uh-oh... and then the proverbial shit hit the fan. A storm of self-abuse just rolled over me. My negative protective grooves are SO deep and well</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/1113433338637772118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/03/resistance.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/1113433338637772118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/1113433338637772118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/03/resistance.html' title='Resistance'/><author><name>Saranpreet Kaur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09872356705408831479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623963892177499355.post-4502215537448798456</id><published>2011-03-02T21:54:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T22:32:29.816+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Numbers</title><summary type='text'>I've been reading Shiv Charan Singh's book "Let the numbers guide you". It's funny how we're guided day to day in our lives; I've been feeling the deep sadness and separation from God very acutely the past couple of days and have felt this huge chasm just under the surface. I've been releasing a lot of self-directed anger and beneath the anger the sadness opens up like a huge, dark hole. So I got</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/4502215537448798456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/03/numbers.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/4502215537448798456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/4502215537448798456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/03/numbers.html' title='Numbers'/><author><name>Saranpreet Kaur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09872356705408831479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623963892177499355.post-1296589496366839095</id><published>2011-03-01T15:56:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T15:58:13.987+01:00</updated><title type='text'>MUSIC</title><summary type='text'>At long last I've uploaded some clips of mantras on the Music page. Hope you enjoy them. Make sure you leave a comment - I'd love to hear your thoughts and comments! Sat Nam.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/1296589496366839095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/03/music.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/1296589496366839095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623963892177499355/posts/default/1296589496366839095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweatandlaugh.blogspot.com/2011/03/music.html' title='MUSIC'/><author><name>Saranpreet Kaur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09872356705408831479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
