Happy Monday. As I step into this week, I find myself standing at the threshold of my fiftieth year. At this midpoint, the mirrors I look into have changed. I’ve stopped looking for who I might  become one day and have started a ruthless accounting of who I actually am . My deliberations this morning have centered on a singular, piercing question: Who is my hero? I keep returning to a profound provocation by the Beloved Chariji of Heartfulness, who left us over a decade ago.

A dear friend’s mother left this earth in September 2025, just as the autumn leaves began to turn and the chill of winter whispered its arrival. Across all my visits to their home, one word always echoed in my ears: "Sonu." It means "Gold."