We wake up to notifications. We move fast. We fill our calendars. We post updates. But somewhere between all the talking and texting and planning, it starts to feel like no one’s really saying anything that matters. Not because we don’t care but because somewhere along the way, we forgot how to truly be with one another without pretense.

And the strange thing is it’s so familiar to just be with people. Forgetting how is what’s new. Because socializing is ancient. It’s in our bones, our earliest memories. Sitting close, sharing food, breathing secrets under the covers, falling asleep to the sound of others nearby. There has always been a sense of belonging that didn’t need words to be real.

Somewhere, we learned to exchange that... We learned to be independent.

Self-sufficient.

We learned to keep it together. Keep it light. Keep it moving.

But something in the depths calls.

A gentle nudge back to the soul, into the body, into connection. 

Into truth.

For me, a big part of my story has been learning how to keep my peace and hold onto my truth in the presence of others. Sometimes it feels like the circles we find ourselves in don’t fulfill our needs and desires. There seemed to be a missing piece. I’ve had to learn not to take things too personally. To not let the group/collective mind sway my true expression. To not let other people’s words or projections define who I am.

And that wasn’t easy.

What helped? Having resources. Whether it was divination, online forums, friends or youtube videos. It was having a means of support, of satisfying an itch, fulfilling a niche desire.

It was the kind of support that comes from people who know how you feel, or share similar experiences, dreams… who see you clearly, without trying to change or fix you. People who aren’t caught in their own judgments (or the group beliefs). 

People who can meet you where you are.

I grew up in a small, conservative town. Often, I didn’t have the resources in my immediate environment, or know where to go, who to talk to. That’s how online communities saved me. 

They reminded me that I wasn’t alone. That there were people out there who felt what I felt, who welcomed me exactly as I was. I could show up raw, real, and still be received. That kind of connection helped me find the courage to be who I am, even when the people around me at the time couldn’t provide that. 

That’s why spaces like Drishti Collective is needed. A place seeded with intention, and that intention is to gather. To ground in, connect with open minds and open hearts. 

A space where we remember what connection feels like.

There’s tea time, yes. But it’s not about the tea. It’s what happens around it: 

Stillness. Presence. Belonging. 

Sitting (sipping), sharing, deep breaths—belly laughs. It doesn’t require us to show up in any particular way to be welcomed or accepted. It is a space free from the need to meet expectations or perform.

Let’s be clear. This is NOT a way to escape reality. 

This isn’t about chasing highs. 

It’s about holding space for what’s real. For your whole essence.

For being. For aliveness.

The best intention we can ever set is to feel welcomed—and to offer that welcome to others.

No need to fix, solve, define or box in. 

Just the beautiful process of being human with other humans.

When we show up we get to weave all our separate pieces into something shared. Something true. 

We leave room for the unexpected. We let the messiness in. We let the medicine flow—like tea.

This is what it means to show up. As you, for you, for others. 

We come together to exchange. To express. To love.

We want each other’s truth, voice, vision. We crave it.

To witness. To be witnessed. To feel less alone.

The seed may feel slow. But if we let it, it will flower.

It will bloom.


Drishti Collective (Online Community)