The Festival of Light come to life

Most weeks since 1999 I’ve listened to the Festival of Light as part of Ananda’s Sunday service.

In the Festival Swami Kriyananda condensed the central message of Ananda into ceremonial form, expressed in way that is moving and inspiring.

Over the years I’ve known a few fellow devotees who don’t enjoy the Festival, finding it boring and repetitive. I’ve always loved it, actually, but today the Festival came alive for me in a way that I would never have anticipated. And now I appreciate it on a deeper level than ever before.

Basically, it was one of those mornings when the to-do list seemed so overwhelming that I was tempted to skip meditation and just start “getting things done!” And although I successfully resisted that temptation, I had a hard time keeping my mind from treating my meditation as a planning session.

But then, it happened! I had a huge “aha” moment of getting it that none of what I ever do or have ever done is by my own power — everything is done through God’s infinite power acting through me.

And these words from the Festival of Light came to my mind:

Hours passed, and night fell. The little bird grew afraid. “How,” it cried, “can I fly in this darkness?” And the night whispered, “Fear not. For lo! peace awaits you in the unknown. Surrender to me, and your strength will be renewed.” And after a time the tiny rebel surrendered, and found the night’s counsel true.

And rain, and sky, and grassy fields all sang: “Behold, your very strength to fly has never been your own. Look to the source of all power, if you would conquer fear and weakness.”

And the bird asked, “Where can I find that source?”

And they answered, “Seek it in the farthest depths of Being, in your own Self.”

And I realized in the core of my being that the only way to truly resolve the issues I struggle with is through looking to the “source of all power” in order to conquer the fears that keep me bound to attitudes and behaviors that don’t serve me.

All in all, it was an emotional but remarkably freeing meditation.

A full week already

Monday and Tuesday have been so intense that it feels like a full week already.

Here’s hoping for a relatively chill Wednesday.

Hitting the love jackpot

Tomorrow marks the day — an incredible nineteen years ago! — that Ramesha asked me to marry him.

He was planning to propose on Valentine’s Day, but just couldn’t wait another week.

Today I’m reflecting on what a wonderful husband he is and how very, very fortunate I am to have found him.

I truly did hit the love jackpot!

Changing numbers

Completely out of the blue, today ended up being the day we changed our cell phone numbers — which we’d had since 2011!

It was past time to do it, but — boy oh boy! — the process of updating everything (and I do mean everything) took up pretty much the whole afternoon and evening.

Phew.

Feasting on pancakes and joy

Today we enjoyed a pancake feast to end all pancake feasts!

Not only were Pavani’s pumpkin pancakes beyond delicious, but we got to share them in company with some of our dearest friends.

What joy!

In Italy with Swamiji

Left to right: Johanna (Mantrini), Frank, Sharon (Bhagavati), David, Swamiji, Lewis, Cristina, Karen, and our manager, Rosella (Lata)

A friend sent this photo to me in the past week, completely out of the blue.

I’ve gotten rather sidetracked from writing about my early experiences with Swamiji and the music, so I’m sharing the photo in order to not completely lose the momentum.

I’m pretty sure we were in Swamiji’s house after a meeting with him (it must have been before we added Bhaktan to the group).

Hints of spring

On the heels of yesterday’s post about Imbolc and the first stirrings of spring…

…this is what I noticed when I left the house this morning. The very beginning of buds on the Daphne shrub that I planted last summer.

I can’t wait.

Blessed Imbolc

Imbolc is a festival in the Gaelic tradition which marks the very first stirrings of life that will become the spring, but before there’s really anything to see.

I was happy to learn of this ancient tradition in my women’s group many years ago, because it helped me understand the wonderful feeling when you see the very first swelling on the tip of a branch — it isn’t a bud yet, but you can tell one is coming.

It’s a lovely time of the year, giving you a sense of hope for warmer, lighter days to come, even though it’s still dark and cold and wet.

So, blessed Imbolc to everyone!