{"id":814,"date":"2008-08-10T18:54:49","date_gmt":"2008-08-10T13:24:49","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/e.amritapuri.org\/blogs\/814\/milk\/"},"modified":"2008-08-10T22:57:15","modified_gmt":"2008-08-10T17:27:15","slug":"milk","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/e.amritapuri.org\/blogs\/2008\/814\/","title":{"rendered":"Milk of Love"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>The Amritapuri Ashram cowshed is blessed with three cuddly calves. Yesterday, as one of the calves was contentedly sucking milk from his mother\u2019s udders, he seemed cute and happy enough. What was more striking, though, was the mother cow\u2019s intense eagerness to feed the milk to the calf \u2013 and her extreme restlessness when she could not do so.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/e.amritapuri.org\/blogs\/files\/2008\/08\/milk.jpg\" alt=\"milk.jpg\" \/><\/p>\n<p>My mind traveled back a few years to around the time I had just started going to school. I hated milk. I mean, I really hated milk. My evening milk time was a daily \u2018family get-together\u2019 time. The \u2018family\u2019 truly \u2018got together\u2019 \u2013 to pin me down as milk was to be thrust down my throat. Everyone took their respective positions on each limb as my mother forced the milk spoon through my clenched lips. A quarter of the milk down my throat was considered a grand success rate. Mission accomplished, everyone complimented each other on a job well done \u2013 as I went sulking to my usual corner. Only much later I understood that it was all done in love.<\/p>\n<p>Isn\u2019t the Divine Mother also more than eager to bestow milk \u2013 the Milk of Love &#8211; to each one of Her children? Doesn\u2019t she feel restless if we are not ready to receive it? O Amma &#8211; my only hope is that you have decided to somehow force down this Divine Milk of knowledge down my unyielding throat since, Amma \u2026 I still hate milk!!<\/p>\n<p>&#8212; Mukesh<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The Amritapuri Ashram cowshed is blessed with three cuddly calves. Yesterday, as one of the calves was contentedly sucking milk from his mother\u2019s udders, he seemed cute and happy enough. What was more striking, though, was the mother cow\u2019s intense eagerness to feed the milk to the calf \u2013 and her extreme restlessness when she [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[3],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-814","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-ashram-diary"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/e.amritapuri.org\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/814","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/e.amritapuri.org\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/e.amritapuri.org\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/e.amritapuri.org\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/e.amritapuri.org\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=814"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/e.amritapuri.org\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/814\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/e.amritapuri.org\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=814"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/e.amritapuri.org\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=814"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/e.amritapuri.org\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=814"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}