A Juicy MagiK Sunday Reflection: Letting Go and the Gentle Power of Simple Offerings

Namaste, dear friends. We’re sitting in a quiet stone nook with birdsong and the soft smell of incense still tangled in our clothes. It’s Sunday, and our hearts are tender in that honest way that comes after a long week of doing hard things with as much grace as we can muster. Today’s thread through it all is simple: letting go, offering what we can, and finding peace in sound, breath, and small, steady devotion.

A Week of Letting Go, A Day of Gratitude

We just wrapped a 10-day container sale. Imagine a storage unit, tucked away off a country road, stacked with years of life. Clothes, cups, tools, books, memories tucked in pockets and sleeves. Two years ago, everything went into storage because we weren’t ready to say goodbye. These last weeks felt like the long landing after a very long flight.

It was messy at first. Slow. Heavy. Sometimes you don’t know the weight you’re holding until someone comes to pick it up with a smile. Then something loosens. A young couple setting up a pub found kitchen bits they needed. A lovely soul, just back from Australia, found warm layers and grinned like a kid. Some things went to friends we feel we’ve known for years, even if we just met them by a drafty roll-up door with kirtan playing softly. That was the best part, really. Seeing what we once loved spark joy for someone else.

The Small Rituals That Keep Us Right-Sized

Every morning, before opening the container, we lit a small stick of incense and made a simple offering. Nothing elaborate, just gratitude and a prayer that the right things would find the right hands. It worked. People would walk in and say, it smells lovely in here, and then they’d linger. Offerings are mysterious like that. They change the air.

Bhakti teaches that God already owns everything. Still, the offering matters, because the love matters. In the Bhagavad Gita, Krishna says that if we offer a leaf, a flower, a fruit, or water with love, he accepts it. Even the smallest thing, given with heart, is welcome. Read the verse in full here: Bhagavad Gita 9.26, As It Is. For a practical look at how to offer food at home, this gentle guide is helpful: The sacred art of offering food to Lord Krishna.

We offered a tiny dandelion. Not an orchid from a florist, just a wild little sunburst from the field. A cup of water, too, because the taste of water is Krishna’s taste. Simple. Enough.

Gauranga: Sound as a Bridge Back to Peace

When the mind is stirred up, when the to-do list grows teeth, we turn to sound. Breath, and sound. One of our favorites is the name Gauranga. It means, the one whose body shines like molten gold. But more than names or meanings, it’s the way this sound softens the edges. You don’t have to be limber, you don’t need a yoga studio, you don’t need special clothes. You need breath, a little sincerity, and a willingness to start where you are.

A tiny practice you can try right now:

• Sit comfortably. Shoulders easy, jaw soft.
• Inhale gently through the nose. Think the sound Gau.
• Exhale softly. Think Ra.
• Inhale again. Think An.
• Exhale again. Think Ga.
• Repeat 13 times, like the 13 moons in a year.

You can whisper it or say it in your heart while you walk. We sometimes do it in the van, parked by the side of the road with a thermos between us. Or under a tree with cows chewing quietly nearby. Sound travels in a way that words sometimes don’t. It reaches the parts that need it most.

When the Heart Feels Fragile

There were moments this week when the letting go felt like tearing. Starting is always the hardest. We paused, we breathed, we chanted. Sometimes we cried a bit. Sometimes we laughed because what else do you do when your life is spread out in plastic crates and strangers want to know the story behind a chipped blue mug.

If you’ve felt that strain, that ache in your chest that says I want to do this but I’m scared, you’re not alone. We asked for help, aloud, to the Lord in the heart. And something soft settled down. A grace. The kind that is quiet and sure. It said, keep going. It will be ok. And it was.

The Joy of Giving, The Truth of Receiving

The most unexpected sweetness was seeing our things go on to do more good. Not the kind of charity that makes a headline, just the quiet beauty of usefulness. A box of glasses for a pub. Warm sweaters for cold mornings. A stack of books that still had a few underlines and little notes in the margins. The life keeps flowing.

There is an old path in bhakti: hear, chant, remember, worship, offer. Anyone can take the first steps. You do not need to be perfect. You do not need to know Sanskrit or sit in lotus pose. If your knees hurt, chant. If your mind is busy, chant. If you feel fine and sunlit and grateful, chant. Offer a flower or a glass of water on your kitchen counter and say the name of God that lives closest to your heart.

If you like a short reflection on the power of simple offering and devotion, this article carries the thread beautifully: The power of simple devotion in the Bhagavad Gita.

All Breath Praises: Psalm 150, Birds at Dawn, and Small Chapels

We visited a country church with a stained glass window by Marc Chagall. The light was like honey. A verse from Psalm 150 was there, and it felt true in our bones: let everything that breathes praise the Lord. In the mornings, when the birds start up before sunrise, it feels like they are all singing these names together in their own language.

We’ve been in grand temples and famous cathedrals that make you whisper. They’re moving. Still, our hearts love the small places. A stone chapel. A bench under a tree. The better part of devotion happens not in spectacle but in steady, humble repetition. A cup of water. A dandelion. The holy name, again and again.

Beatles on the Radio, George in the Passenger Seat

We grew up on songs that smuggled mantras into pop music. Jai Guru Deva Om on repeat in the background of childhood. George Harrison felt like a friend from far away. We play My Sweet Lord in the car almost every day, and the steering wheel becomes a little altar. Music keeps us company. It reminds us that love of God is not rare. It’s everywhere, tucked into guitars and harmonies and a chorus that keeps coming back like a tide.

Pilgrim Footsteps: Saint Michael’s Mount and Beyond

We have one more day here, then we will point our wheels toward Saint Michael’s Mount in Cornwall, a smaller cousin to Mont Saint-Michel in France. Seven Michael sites thread across the map, and we hope to greet each one in time. We’ve visited Skellig Michael off Ireland, and of course the French gem that rises right out of the sea. The English one calls now. There’s a sweetness to these places, like the earth remembers something we’ve been trying to recall.

A Simple Fast, A Simple Prayer

We’re aiming for a three-and-a-half day water fast from Friday to Easter Monday, to sit with Christ’s forgiveness and his mercy, and let that teaching move through us for real, not just as a story we admire. If you’re feeling called, you could set aside even a half-day to rest your senses and offer that quiet to God. Not as a performance, just as a love letter.

A Container, A Community, A Blessing

To everyone who stopped by the container, thank you. To the friends who left with armfuls and bright hearts, thank you. To the little pub dog who perked up at the sound of Haribol, we see you, small miracle. To the cows who watched us meditate, you looked like monks in brown robes.

If you want to keep in touch, ask a question, or share a story from your own path, you’re very welcome to join our online meeting place, the Juicy MagiK Agora. If you feel moved to support our community projects and travels, you can do that through our Projects page. No pressure. Always gratitude.

Try This Today: A Mini Sunday Practice

• Place a flower, a leaf, or a cup of water on a clean spot at home.
• Close your eyes, soften your breath, and say, thank you.
• Chant Gauranga 13 times. Slow. Easy. Let the sound land.
• Offer the item with love. If you like, whisper a name of God you cherish.
• Sit for one minute in silence and notice the afterglow.

That’s it. Simple is strong.

Closing Blessing

We started this week with a container full of things. We end with lighter pockets and fuller hearts. The holy name, a little flower, and a few kind people were enough to carry us through. If you’re in a season of clearing, may you find good homes for your treasures. If you’re in a season of gathering, may what you gather serve love. If you’re in a season of pausing, may the quiet be sweet.

Peace be with you and upon you. Haribol. And thank you for being here with us today.

mariakerwin

As a former serial entrepreneur, she turned from a workaholic in the business world to freedom and creativity, living now as a writer, creator and world traveller. Since an early age Maria is close to death and what exists beyond, courageously exploring the dimensions of existence. A Kundalini Awakening guided her into the abyss of fully surrendering to the life force itself, crushing all known aspects of her old life. Finally, it led her to her purpose of bridging both worlds, connecting to what goes beyond the ordinary.

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