09/26/2026
As I walk through the garden in the cooling days of autumn, I am reminded of Krishna’s gentle hand in all transformation. The white hydrangea, once radiant in its pure summer bloom, slowly blushes into shades of pink, yet not every flower changes at the same moment. Some petals remain white while others deepen in colour, creating a tapestry of transition rather than an instant change. I see in this a reflection of the soul’s spiritual journey. Each of us awakens according to its own time and sincerity; some progress quickly, while others unfold more gradually. The hydrangea teaches patience and faith, reminding me that transformation is not a race but a sacred process directed by the Divine, who lovingly nurtures every soul toward its fullest expression.