When your adult self meets Bala
Your adult self has a schedule. Bala has no interest in it. Your adult self has a five-year plan. Bala wants to know why you stopped dancing. Your adult self knows how to behave in every room. Bala wants to know when you last did something just because it delighted you. Your adult self has mastered the art of holding everything together. Bala looks at you and asks:
But are you actually having fun?
And suddenly, you don't have an answer.
You became the woman everyone could count on
Because somewhere along the way, you became very, very good at being an adult. You became responsible, productive, and independent. You learnt how to manage your emotions, your career, your relationships, your family, your finances, your body, your future. You became the woman everyone could count on.
And perhaps nobody noticed that somewhere underneath all that competence was another part of you quietly asking: when do I get to live?
That is where Bala enters. Almost like a mischievous interruption. A little Goddess who walks into your beautifully organised adult life and asks: what happened to you?
Meet Bala
Bala Tripura Sundari is the youthful form of the Goddess Tripura Sundari. But don't mistake youthful for childish. Bala represents something much deeper. She points toward the consciousness that is still capable of wonder, curiosity, play, creativity and direct experience.
The part of you that hasn't become completely hardened by what life has taught you. The part that can still be delighted by something useless. The part that can ask a question without worrying about looking foolish. The part that can say: I don't know. Let's find out.
And perhaps this is exactly the medicine many grown women need. Not more discipline. Maybe we need to remember what it feels like to be alive.
The conversation between the two of you
Imagine putting your adult self and Bala in the same room. Your adult self walks in carrying years of experience. Bala walks in carrying curiosity.
Your adult self says we need to be realistic. Bala says: why? Your adult self says that's not practical. Bala says: does it make you feel alive? Your adult self says I don't have time. Bala says: then what are you doing with your time?
And somewhere between those questions, something begins to loosen. Because perhaps maturity was never supposed to mean becoming permanently serious. Perhaps growing up was never meant to mean growing away from wonder.
What if your body became a place of discovery again?
Think about how many women live in their bodies. We evaluate them. Compare them. Exercise them. Diet them. Dress them. Hide them. And rarely do we simply experience them.
Bala offers another relationship with the body. The body as intelligence. The body that knows when it wants to move, when something feels good, when something feels wrong. The body that can breathe, laugh, create, stretch, dance, soften and feel.
This is why a relationship with Bala doesn't have to remain an intellectual understanding of a Goddess. It can become an embodied experience.
How much of your maturity was actually protection?
And then something even more interesting happens. You start noticing how much of your maturity was actually protection. Maybe being independent meant never needing anyone. Maybe being strong meant never admitting that you wanted to be held. Maybe being sensible meant slowly abandoning the things you actually loved. Maybe being grown up became another name for being disconnected from yourself.
Bala doesn't ask you to throw your adulthood away. She asks you to bring something back into it. Play.
Play is not the opposite of depth
Because play isn't the opposite of depth. It can be a doorway into it. When you play, you stop performing. When you move, you start listening to the body. When you become curious, certainty softens. And when you feel safe enough to play, you may discover parts of yourself that responsibility had buried.
That is why Bala can become such a beautiful companion for inner child work. Because she reminds the adult woman that the child within her is still part of the whole.
What would happen if you actually went on a play date with Bala?
Maybe you'd remember something you haven't thought about in years. Maybe you'd laugh with women you've just met. Maybe you'd sit quietly and realise how long it has been since you were simply present. Maybe you'd feel something you haven't felt in a very long time: joy without an agenda.
And maybe, just maybe, you'd realise that the part of you you've been trying so hard to fix was never broken. She was simply waiting for you to make room for her.
The invitation behind Cosmic Play Date with Bala
This is the invitation behind Cosmic Play Date with Bala. A five hour intimate experience for women inspired by Bala Tripura Sundari. Together we will:
- Explore her teachings and mantra
- Move through breathwork and somatic practice
- Sit in sharing and reflection
- Nourish ourselves together
- Bring the experience into creativity through writing and intuitive art
Because perhaps your life could use a little less I should, and a little more I wonder.
So bring your very mature self, your responsible self, your overthinking self. Bring all of her. And let her meet Bala. Because she may just have something to teach you that no amount of growing up could. How to be fully alive again.
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