A gentle July breeze comforted after the intense heat wave of previous days. Natural pine fresh air floated through the large tent, mixing with floral, fruit, spice, incense and perfume scents.
Vivid colors played across the tent and immaculate Indian clothing.
I basked in waves of loving reverence flowing through me from the musicians. They repeatedly sang the Hanuman Chalisa over and again, each time fresh as though a different song entirely.
People singing imperfectly blended in beautifully. This was one family singing a song transcending technical limitations.
This was conscious, breathing, heart-beating awareness of the Divine.
This was praise for a god who returns attention with pure LOVE.
It was joy just being love and letting it charge my freshly washed / charged Rose Crystal hanging on my chest. It is a stone helping me remember to live in the heart.
It was the seventh day of the seventh month. His name has seven letters with an offering of 7 bananas.
Looking at friend Walter, I saw a large genuine smile. He was truly enjoying himself.
Soon we would all eat.